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A WAR DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS 



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Act I.—Charleston, S. C.—The Firing on Fort Sumter— 
A Lovely Rebel—The Quarrel—The Escape. 

Act II.—The Camp—Farnsworth as Corporal Bunglestien 
—As Dutch J. P.—Inside the Rebel Lines—The Forced Mar¬ 
riage—Face to Face. 

Act III.—Farnsworth a Prisoner at Biddy McGee’s Hut 
—“Wash,” the Negro, hastens through the Lines for Relief. 

Act IV.—Biddy McGee and the “Thavin Sojers.”—Farns¬ 
worth in Disguise—-Startling Surprise—The Tables Turned 
and Major Roberts-a Prisoner—Enter Kate Thorne and 
Friends—Glad Tidings of Peace. 



Copyright , 1889, by T. S. Denison. 



FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX, 


CHARACTERS. 

Julian Farnsworth, Captain U. S. Army. 

George Roberts, Major C. S. Army. 

Judge Thorne, Colonel C. S. Army. 

Lieutenant Forbes U. S. Army. 

Lieutenant Ellsworth, C. S. Army. 

<- \Vash,” a runaway contraband. 

Clare Thorne, a daughter of Judge Thorne. 

Kate Spencer, her companion. 

Privates in “Dot Sour Kraut .Brigade.” (May be taken 
by any of the other characters, disguised. The “Brigade” 
should consist of at least four persons, including Corporal 
Bunglestien.) 

STAGE DIRECTIONS. 

R. means right of the-stage; 6’., center; R. C. right center; 
Z., left; R. Zb, right door; Z. D. left door, etc.; i E ., first 
entrance; U. E., upper entrance.; D. E., door iri flat or back 
of the stage; i G., first groove, etc. The actor is supposed 
to be facing the audience. 

* 

COSTUMES. 

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Julian Farnsworth. Act I. Evening dress suit. 

Act II. Captain’s uniform. For Sour Kraut Brigade, long, 
colored duster with corporal’s stripes on sleeves, Dutch cap, 
bushy wig. and beard attached to cap in such a manner that 
all can be quickly removed. This costume should be put on 

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4 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


over Captain’s uniform. For “Justice Wilkins’’ ordinary 
suit; bushy wig and beard, so fastened that they can be in¬ 
stantly removed with a single movement. 

Act IV. For Mrs. McGee old, soiled, print dress, gay 
shawl wrapped about shoulders, nightcap, brass-bowed spec¬ 
tacles. ‘ 

' Major Roberts. Act I. Evening suit; afterward Ma¬ 
jor’s uniform, C. S. Army. 

Judge Thorne. Act I. Eveningsuit, afterward Colonel’s 
uniform, C. S. Army. 

Lieut. Forbes. Lieutenant’s uniform, U S. A. 

Lieut. Ellsworth. Lieutenant’s uniform, C. S. A. 

Wash. Act I. Ordinary suit; afterward, dilapidated cos¬ 
tume; soldier’s cap. 

Clare Thorne and Kate Spencer. Any appropriate 
costume. 

Privates in Sour Kraut Brigade. Long, colored dusters, 
ornamented with yellow stripes. Dutch caps. 


Time in representation i7i>o hours. 


Note-.—T hough the exits and entrances in this play are marked for the 
regular stage, it may be played in any plain hall with few stage accessories. 




FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX, 


ACT I. 

Scene First. Charleston, S. C. Elegantly furnished draw¬ 
ing room of Judge Thorne. Door C\, Sofa L. C., against 
flatj table R. C\; upholstered chairs R. and L. J udge Thorne 
and Major Roberts discovered, the former pacing the floor, 
the latter seated L. C. 

Thorne. You are right, Major Roberts. "The crisis has 
arrived, and the events of the coming week here in Charleston 
will decide the momentous question of peace or war. Thus 
far we have carried forward our project of dismembering the 
old Union without opposition. Now that we are about to go 
a step farther, and openly fire upon the flag of our oppressors, 
we shall soon know whether our victory is to be a bloodless 
one, or only to be gained at the price of civil war. 

Roberts. 'There is no doubt in my mind on that point, 
Judge 'Thorne. We have certainly had matters all our own 
way so far, and if the Yankees dared to fight they would have 
shown some symptoms of it by this time. You may depend 
upon it that they will never fire a gun if we continue to show 
a bold front. 

'Thorne. I wish I could feel as sanguine on that point as 
you do, Major; but I lived among Northern people four years 
when I was a college lad, and unless they have greatly deter¬ 
iorated since that time I am afraid that we of the South under¬ 
estimate not only their bravery and patriotism, but the immense 
advantage which their wealth and numbers would give them in 
a long and trying contest. 


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6 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


Rob. My dear sir, it is impossible to underestimate any 
manly quality in a Yankee. 

Thorne. I am aware that that is the opinion entertained 
throughout the South, and I hope that we may never have 
occasion to change it. And yet I have met many Northern men 
who would, I believe, face danger of any sort without shrink¬ 
ing, and, even-handed, prove themselves worthy adversaries of 
any foe. For example, the young man who has been my guest 
for the past fortnight—Julian Farnsworth. 

Rob. Ah! I have met the young man, but I was not aware 
that he was a Northerner. 

Thorne. He is the son of my old college chum, Judge 
Farnsworth. My old friend and I left Yale together; he to 
engage in the practice of the law in a thriving young Mich¬ 
igan town, and I to enter upon the same profession at my 
Southern home. We have both prospered, and the old friend¬ 
ship has never been allowed to die out. We both married the 
same year; and within a twelvemonth of the time when I was 
apprised of the birth of his son, my own home was gladdened 
by the arrival of an infant daughter. From that time forward 
it was the dearest wish of both our hearts that the friendship 
which had so long existed between us might grow into a nearer 
relationship with our children. 

Rob. Indeed! And now this son of your old friend is your 
guest. May I be permitted to inquire whether your hope of 
bestowing your daughter’s hand upon this young man is likely 
to be realized ? 

Thorne. That, sir, is one of the many questions which the 
events of the next few days will decide. Should the North 
resist the withdrawal of the slave States from the Union, and 
thus bring on a collision between the two sections, such a 
marriage would, of course, be out of the question. 

Rob. And should the North conclude to let us go in peace, 
what then ? 

Thorne. Ah, my dear Major, devoutly as I wish for such 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


7 


a consummation of our hopes, I fear it is useless to expect it. 
However, should such good fortune be in store for us, the de¬ 
sire of my heart in regard to this marriage will be gratified, 
and my daughter will become the wife of Julian Farnsworth. 
[Looks at watch.) But I fear that our conversation must be 
interrupted, Major. I am exceedingly anxious to know the 
outcome of this night’s work, and will take a walk in the direc¬ 
tion of the forts. 

Enter Wash, R. 2 E. 

Thorne. Well, what is it, Wash ? 

Wash. ( Presenting letter .) One ob de sojers done bring 
dis yeah letter, Mas’r Jedge, an’ say as how it’s berry ’portant 
fur you to got ’im immejumly. 

Thorne. ( Taking letter .) Very well, Wash; you can go; 
but be ready to return with an answer if it should be 
necessary. 

Wash. [Bowing.) Yes, Mas’r Jedge. [Exit Wash, R. 2 E.) 

Thorne. [Opens and reads letter.) Heaven prosper our 
cause ! It has come at last ! Read. [Hands letter to Rob.) 

Rob. [Reading.) “ Major Anderson refuses to evacuate. 
Gen. Beauregard has issued orders for a general bombardment 
of Fort Sumter at 3 a. m.” You are right, Judge Thorne! 
The opening act in the great drama has come at last. The 
fates insure that it does not end in a farce ! 

Thorne. I must see the general at once, and will go over 
to the fort without delay. I will return in half an hour. 
[Looks at watch.) By that time the first gun will have been 
fired upon the Stars and Stripes ! 

Rob. I will remain here until you return. [Exit Thorne, 
R. 2 E.) And I will improve the time by looking after this 
handsome Yankee stranger, Julian Farnsworth. I understand 
now why Clare Thorne, the belle of Charleston, has met the 
advances of a score of Southern admirers with nothing but 
cold indifference. It is because she is the promised wife of 
this Northern chap. Well, she is too true a Southern woman 


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FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


to ever marry a Yankee if the war really begins. But I reckon 
the safest plan for me is to dispose of this young sprig on gen¬ 
eral principles, and get him out of the way. It would be easy 
enough to do it, in these days of excitement and suspicion. I 
have only to hint that he is a Yankee spy, and his life wouldn’t 
be worth the price of a rope to hang him with. {Exit Ron. 
L. 2 E.) (Kate S. overheai's). 

Enter Kate Spencer, C. D. 

Kate. Oh, wouldn’t it, indeed ? You’d better be a little 
sparing with your hints, Major Roberts, or you’ll find that 
there's a Yankee girl who can take a hand at that game. How 
I do despise that man; and if Clare Thorne knew as much as 
I do of him she’d turn him out of the house instead of treating 
him so civilly. It would take a dozen such specimens as he is, 
rolled into one, to make even a poor imitation of a man. But 
I’m afraid he means mischief, and I wish that Mr. Farnsworth 
was safely out of Charleston. Oh, why did I ever leave Ver¬ 
mont, to seek my fortune in this country. I believe that Wash 

Enter Wash, R. 2 E. 

is the only person in South Carolina who wouldn’t rejoice to 
see the Stars and Stripes lowered from the fort out in the bay 
yonder. 

Wash. (Bowing.) You’se jes’ ’bout right dar, Miss Kate. 
Dey’s all a prayin’ as how de Yanks gits druv out o’ dat. 

Kate. ( Indignantly .) Yes; and if they manage to make 
that little handful of soldiers surrender, they’ll crow as if they’d 
won a great victory. 

Wash. Dat’s jes’ what dey’ll do. 

Kate. Wash, you and I are the only people in Charleston 
who don’t hate the old flag; and we can do something to help 
the side that we believe in. 

Wash. Jes’ pint out de way, Miss Kate, an’ dis nigger 
gwine to trabble dat road ebery time. 

Kate. Well then, listen. You know that Mr. Farnsworth 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 9 

is a Northern man; and I have just heard something which 
makes me think that he is in danger. 

Wash. Sho, now; dat’s too bad. What dey gwine do to 
him ? 

Kate. I don’t know, but I am sure that if he doesn’t leave 
Charleston before another night he will not be able to leave 
at all. (Wash starts out R.) 

Kate. Hold on; where are you going ! 

Wash. I’se gwine to tote him out o’ town fore dey gits a 
chance to kotch him. 

Kate. Come back here, you simpleton. 

Wash. (Returns.) Dat’s me, Miss Kate. 

Kate. You can’t help him any by going at the business in' 
that way. Now, I want you to do just as I tell you. Go to 
the stable and saddle two of the best horses there. 

Wash. (Nodding delightedly.) Yes, yes; dat’s Dandy an’ 
Caesar. Go on; I’se a listenin’. 

Kate. Don’t go away anywhere, but be all ready to start 
at a moment’s notice. Then when Mr. Farnsworth comes to 
you, mount the horses and be off. Don’t leave him until you 
have guided him out of the city and to* some place of safety. 
Do you understand ? 

Wash. (Nodding.) Yes, yes; 1 sees de p’int. You can 
’pend on.dis chile, Miss Kate. 

Kate. Very well, then; don’t fail.- If they go to shooting 
at Fort Sumter there’ll be' such an excitement that you can 
get away without half trying. I must go nowand look for Miss 
Clare. Don’t breathe a word of what I have said to you, not 
even to Mr. Farnsworth. (Going Li) 

Wash. I’se mum, Miss Kate. (Exit Kate, L. 2 E.) 
Golly, but dat’s a scrumptious gal ! De folks says as how de 
Yankees am all cowards; but if dey’s all like dat one dey’s 
made out o’clean grit, cl’ar to de backbone. Well, I’se gotter 
git out o’ dis, an’ saddle dem hosses. Ef I gits Mas’r Farns- 
wuf onter one o’ dem critters dey’s gotter foller him wid a 


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FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX 


’spress train ef dey kotches him. Ha ! ha ! dat’s so; sure’s 
you born (Exit R. 2 E.) 

Enter Clare and Farnsworth, C. D. F. 

Clare. What a night this has been; and it grows worse in¬ 
stead of better. Do you think they will really fire upon Fort 
Sumter, Julian ? 

Farns. No, indeed, Clare, it’s impossible to imagine such 
a thing. They may threaten, for the sake of gaining their 
ends, but they will never fire upon the old flag. 

Clare. It seems odd to hear any one speak on this subject 
in such a tone; but of course there are two sides to every 
question. 

Earns. And the worst of it is that in this case dear friends, 
and even families, would be arrayed on opposing sides of the 
question. 

Clare. There is at least consolation in the thought that it 
can make no difference with us, Julian, no matter what hap¬ 
pens.. You and I can never be enemies. 

Farns. No indeed. It seems absurd to even think of such 
a thing. Why, we’ve been engaged ever since we could talk. 

Clare. Yes; and you have been trying ever since we got 
into our teens to make me believe that you loved me just as 
much as if we had not been set apart for each other. • 

Farns. And you have made life a burden for me by pre¬ 
tending that you didn’t believe it. Why, Clare, there never 
was and there never can be a girl in this world who is loved as 
I love you. 

Clare. Nonsense ! I dare say there have been thousands 
of them. 

Farns. How provoking you are, Clare. One would think 
ypu didn’t believe I cared any more for you than ordinary peor 
pie care for—other ordinary people. 

Clare. And how conceited you are to imagine that you are 
po ordinary person yourself. How can I believe all of your 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. ‘ II 

professions? You never told me that you would die for me 
yet, and all true lovers say that, according to the novels. 

Farns. Well, I should very much prefer to live for you, if 
it doesn't make any difference. But if any sacrifice that I 
could make would insure your happiness, I think that you 
would not find me wanting. 

Clare. I shall make a note of that speech, sir, and I may 
have an opportunity of putting you to the test. But come. 
We have talked nonsense long enough. Let us go and learn 
if there is anything new from the forts. (Exit Clare and 
Farns. C D. F.) 

Enter Roberts and Lieut. Ellsworth. L. 2 E. 

Roberts. I am glad that you happened to be passing, Lieut. 
Ellsworth. You are just the man that I was wishing to see. 

Ells. I am entirely at your service, Major. (Wash appears 
at C. D. F., listening.) 

Rob. You can do both me and yourself good service by fol¬ 
lowing my instructions. I have just learned that there is a 
Yankee spy staying at this house. Judge Thorne does not 
suspect the real character of his guest, and I do not wish to en¬ 
lighten him on the subject. Now, if you can manage to re¬ 
main near here for an hour or so. and appear on the scene j ust 
at the right moment, we can bag the young gentleman; and it 
will be a feather in our caps that will help us' both at head¬ 
quarters. 

Ells. You can count on me. Major. I will be on hand at 
the right time. (Exit Ells. L. 2 £.) 

Rob. If I can manage to work this little scheme through 
without getting into trouble with Judge Thorne or his daugh¬ 
ter, it will be a splendid stroke of policy. 

Enter Clare, C. D. F. 

Ah. good-evening, Miss Thorne; or good-morning, rather, as 
it must be long past midnight. 


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Glare. Tt has been a night of such intense excitement that 
I have scarcely realized how rapidly the time is passing. I 
am looking for my father, and expected to find him here. 

Rob. Judge Thorne has just gone over to .Fort Moultrie, to 
talk with Gen. Beauregard. 

Clare. Is it true, Major Roberts, that the bombardment of 
Fort Sumter has been actually determined upon ? 

Rob. It is true, Miss Thorne. The action will commence 
in less than half an hour. 

Clare. Can it be possible ? Oh, where will all this strife 
and tumult end ? 

Rob. It will end, and that right speedily, too, in the com¬ 
plete emancipation of the South from abolition rule, and the 
establishment of a grand, new Southern empire. 

Clare. I hope so; and yet I have a presentiment that such 
a result will only be reached after a long and arduous struggle. 

Rob. Why, Miss Thorne, you don’t believe the Yankees 
will dare to fight, do you ? 

Clare. Indeed I do ! I believe they will exhaust every 
resource at their command before they will allow the Union 
to be broken up. 

Rob. You entertain altogether too high an opinion of them. 
I assure you. They will never fight as long as they have a 
chance to run. 

Clare. I think it is you, and those who think and speak 
as you do, who are mistaken in this matter. The South can 
gain nothing by belittling the character of its enemies. 1 
think that when we assume that the people of the North are 
a timid, inferior race, we fall.into an error that is liable to 
cost us dear before the end is reached. 

Rob. You speak as if you were intimately acquainted with 
the Northern people. 

Clare. My opinions are derived from one who is not only 
intimately acquainted with them, but is himself one of their 
number. 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


13 


Rob. Ah! you speak of Mr. Farnsworth. And do you 
mean to tell me that you regard him as a representative 
Yankee, Miss Thorne? 

Clare. {Coldly.') Mr. Farnsworth is a Northern gentle¬ 
man, and as such may fairly be supposed to understand the 
character of his people. 

Rob. Well, and what does this Northern gentleman think 
of the present outlook? 

Clare. You shall hear for yourself. I will ask him to 
join you here. {Exit Clare, L. 3 E.) 

Rob. Fortune favors me. I must carry out my plan for 
getting rid of that chap. He will doubtless make some remark 
that will have an ugly sound when repeated to Southern ears. 
If he does, it shall be published from one end of Charleston to 
the other; and if he ever gets out of the city alive the Yankees 
will be welcome to him. Clare Thorne and her fortune shall 
be mine, if I have to murder half a dozen rivals to get them. 

Enter Clare and Julian Farnsworth, L. 2 E. 

Farns. Let us discuss this question no more, Clare. It is 
a subject that should not be mentioned between us. 

Clare.’ It is the subject that occupies the thoughts of both 
of us to the exclusion of all others. The fact that our ideas 
differ in regard to it is not a sufficient reason-for excluding it 
from our conversation. Besides, Major Roberts is anxious to 
learn something of the real sentiment entertained at the North 
in regard to the situation. (Clare sits at table, dropping her 
handkerchief upon it .) 

Farns. I fear that I shall be unable to make Major Rob¬ 
erts view the subject of secession as seen through Northern 
eyes. 

Rob. I can view it in no other light, sir, than that of the 
attempt of a brave and chivalrous people to throw off the yoke 
of oppression which a tyrannical government lias so long 
imposed upon them. 


14 FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 

Farns. And to view it as it is regarded at the North, Ma¬ 
jor Roberts, you would see in it a gigantic conspiracy to destroy 
the best government that the world has ever seen; and to per¬ 
petuate the most atrocious system that-God has ever permitted 
to exist. You see that our respective positions are too remote 
to permit us to discuss this question from any common stand¬ 
point. 

Rob. I see, sir, you are pleased to indulge in language 
which, if uttered in public, would insure for you either a dun¬ 
geon or the halter of a spy. (Cross.) 

Farns. I have never formed the habit of allowing policy 
to dictate my words, sir, and my sojourn in Charleston has not 
taught me prudence. I have heard the people of the North, 
♦with whom all my interests and sympathies lie, alluded to in 
the language of insult, their characteristics ridiculed and 
sneered at, their motives deliberately misconstrued, their 
actions and purposes misrepresented. You may regard my 
language as strong, Major Roberts, but in view of all these 
things you can hardly expect me to assume a complimentary 
tone in discussing this question. 

Rob. Oh, by no means. I would not restrain you if I 
could, since your language is certain to get you into trouble. 
I have a question to ask you, however. Fort Sumter will be 
fired upon during the coming hour, and the Stars and Stripes, 
that you Yankees are so fond of, will be lowered to give 
place to the flag of South Carolina. Now what, in your esti¬ 
mation, will be the effect of this event at the North? 

Farns. The effect, sir, will be that of a torch applied to a 
train of-powder. Party lines will be utterly obliterated, and 
the last trace of sympathy with the South blotted out. Every 
city will be a camp, every village and cross-road a rallying 
point. Every energy and resource of a powerful nation will 
be put forth. The South will be devastated by fire and 
sword, and the rebellion will be crushed out. I tell you, sir, 
that the old Union will not be destroyed until the last dollar of 


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Northern wealth, and the last drop of Northern blood, have 
been expended in its defence. (Cross.) 

Rob. The North will manifest a very different spirit from 
what it has shown in the past, then. We have certainly had 
our way in everything heretofore. 

Farns. Yes; but you never yet have fired upon that flag 
yonder, that floats above the batteries of Fort Sumter. And, 
sir, mark my words; when the struggle is ended, and secession 
shall have been killed on the field of battle, its chief comer- 

# i 

stone, slavery, will be known only as a barbarous relic of the 
past. 

Rob. 1 am glad to hear you express yourself so freely, 
sir; and if the firing upon Fort Sumter will, as you say> 
amount to a declaration of war, I am glad to know that at 
least one Yankee is in a position where he is not likely to 
give us much trouble. 

Clare. (Rising and coming forward.) What do you mean, 
sir? You forget that Mr. Farnsworth is a guest of this house. 

Rob. I forget everything save that he is the avowed enemy 
of the South. Mr. Farnsworth, I shall have the pleasure of 
meeting you again. (Exit Rob. R. 2 E.) 

Clare. You have made an enemy of Major Roberts, 
Julian, and he is a man whom it is far safer to be on good 
terms with. 

Farns. Let us think no more of Major Roberts, Clare, 
You know that I leave Charleston to-night, and will soon be 
far beyond the reach of his enmity The thought that 
engages my mind is that of the bitter parting between us. Oh, 
Clare! if this man’s words be true, there will be war between 
the North and South. Think of the terrible position in which 
we will be placed. 

Clare. What do you mean, Julian? You can never take 
up arms against the South? 

Farns. (Agitated.) Clare, cannot you see the cruel posi¬ 
tion into which I shall be forced? All of my associations, all 


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of my sympathies, are with the North. 1 have been taught to 
regard slavery as a terrible curse and secession as a crime. 

Clare. But you need not—you surely cannot—take an 
active part in the contest? 

Farns. Listen to me, Clare. I have never believed it 
possible that the South could be so blind to its own interests 
as to attempt to destroy the Union by force; and I have never 
even given a thought as to what my own course would be in 
such an event. But now, when I am confronted by the awful 
truth, I feel that to stand idly by in the hour of such deadly 
peril to my country, would be to forfeit my own self-respect 
and invite the just contempt of all loyal, patriotic men. 

Clare. Julian, you told me a few minutes ago that you 
would make any sacrifice that would insure my happiness. 
Are you ready to prove your word ? 

Farns. ( Agitated .) Clare, do you realize what you ask of 
me? I would make any sacrifice that an honest man can make 
for your sake. But were I to discard honor and trample upon 
principle, your own true heart would be the first to turn from 
me in contempt. There is another and a better course open 
to us, Clare. You said just now that we could never be ene¬ 
mies, no matter what came. 

Clare. I did not realize then the full meaning of the 
term,’civil war. 

Farns. But you are a woman, Clare, and neither the world 
nor your own conscience will censure you for following the 
dictates of your heart. Be true to yourself, dear Clare, and go 
with me to my Northern home. Then let the final issue of the 
struggle be what it may, it can have no power to mar our 
happiness. 

Clare. Your own words furnish the best answer that 1 
can make, Julian. It is true that I cannot take up arms for 
the South; neither can I join myself to her enemies. By such 
a course I should not only do violence to my own feelings, but 
inflict a heartless wrong upon you as well. 


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Farns. Can it be possible that a cruel fate has come 
between us? Is there no alternative, Clare? 

Clare. I fear there can be none, Julian. A moment ago 
I was ready to censure you because you would not forget your 
manhood; but if you believe the- North is right as firmly as I 
believe in the justice of our cause, you would fail in your duty 
if you did not cast your fortunes with your own people. 

Farns. And so the boom of the first gun directed against 
Fort Sumter is to be the signal for our parting and the death 
knell of all our hopes. Let us at least enjoy the few fleeting 
moments that remain to us, and for a brief period forget the 
cloud that threatens to cast its shadow over our lives. Come; 
we will take a last walk together in the garden. (Exit Clare 
and Farns. C. D. F.) 

Enter Wash. L. 2 E. 

Wash. I—I—I like to know what’s gwine to come o’ dis 
yere nigger ! Nebber see such cuttin’s up in de hull course o’ 
my life. Free-quarters o’ de people los’ deir senses, an’—an’— 
an’ de odder seben-eights done gone crazy. Wh—wh—what’s 
gwine to happen, I like to know ? Dey’s more'n free million 
sojer fellers a-trampin' up an’ down de street, an’ dey ain’t 
nobody gwine to bed de hull’ night long, an’ de folks is all a 
yellin’ an’ a-shoutin’ like dey’d bust deir froats, an’ de niggars 
is all scart clean out o’ dey wits, an’ tings is so badly mixed up 
dis yere chile don’t know his head from a free dollar Bible. I 
—I—I wonder where dat-ar Mas’r Farnswuf done gone ? 
He gwine git hiss ef into trouble, suah ! Mas’r Roberts he 
hold a conversion wid one o’ dem sojer fellers, an’ dis indivi- 
jile heah him say as how dey’s a Yankee spy stoppin’ long o’ 
Mas’r Jedge, an’ dey got to kotch ’im ’fore he leab de place. 
I jes’ gwine put a flea in Mas’r Farnswuf’s eah ’bout dat 
business. 

Enter Earns R. 2 E. 

1 gwine tell him —(Sees Earns., bows and scrapes .) 


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Farns. (Goes to table and picks up handkerchiefl) Well, 
Wash, ycy.1 seem to be making a night of it, like the rest of us. 

Wash. Yes, Mas’r Farnswurf. (Motioning mysteriously.) 
Sh—don’t say miffin'. (Puts finger on his lips , and draws 
Farns. L. front corner of stage.) Mas’r Farnswurf, dis chile 
got a berry ’portant communification fur to—to—to—commu- 
nificate wid you. 

Farns. Very well, Wash; only be quick about it. Your 
mistress is waiting for me outside. 

Wash. Well, Mas’r Farnswurf, dey’s circ’latin’ de ‘port 
round dat you’s one o’ dem—say, you ain’t gwine ter git mad ? 

Farns. Of course not, you simpleton. Go on. 

Wash. Well, dey’s a-tellin’ as how you’s one o’ dem chaps 
what—dat is one o’ dem fellers as—you suah you ain’t gwine 
git mad ’bout it ? 

Farns. I certainly shall .be tempted to get mad if you 
don’t tell me at once what you’re driving at. 

Wash. Well, as I was a-sayin’ dey’s go*t de story round dat 
you’s a—a—a—dat you b’longs to de—de—to dem fellers dats 
a-de chaps what’s a gwine to—now I’se jes’ tellin* ye ’bout dis; 
I ain’t one o’ de fellers what says so; I’s jes’—say you ain’t 
gwine to git mad ? 

Farns. (Impatiently.) Will you go on ! 

Wash. Cert’nly, Mas’r Farnswuf. I — I was jes a-gwine to 
say as how you’s a—dat is to say you is—I don’t know nuffin 
’tall ’bout it—dat’s jes what dey’s a-tellin’—dat you’s a—a—a 
Yankee spy ! Dar, now ! (Dodges as if expecting to be struck.) 

Farns. Indeed ! And who is it, pray, that gives me this 
flattering character ? 

Wash. Gibs you dis which ? 

Farns. Who says I am a Yankee spy ? 

Wash. Mas’r Roberts done say so. He tell one o’ dem 
sojers as how dey got to cotch you ’fore you gits away. 

Farns. Very well, Wash. Forewarned is forearmed. I 
thank you for telling me this, and will keep an eye on the 


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valiant major. Here, my boy, is something for you. ( Giving 
him money.) 

Wash. ( Takes money with a delighted grin, bows and scrapes .) 
Golly ! You’s a gemman, Mas’r Farnswuf, an’ if dat-ar 
Major go foolin’ wid you he got to fool wid dis yere chile too. 
(Exit Farns R. 2 E.) 

(Wash, starts out L., looking at coin which he holds in his 
hand.) Whew ! Jes’ look at dat money, now. Won’t dat 
s’prise dem odder niggers dough ? ( Coin slips from his fingers 

and falls to the floor.) Oh, heabens ! [Makes a great spring 
and brings foot down o/i coin with a flap, laughs.) Ha! ha! I 
fotch ’im dat time. ( Stoops over and carefully raises one side 
of his joot, looking for coin, talking at the same time.) Ain’t 
nuffin’ gwine git away when dat foot come down on it. ( Makes 
a grab for coin.) Come out o’ dat, I fix you dis time. ( Puts 
coin in mouth, making great show of shutting it up tight — mum¬ 
bles indistinctly, with lips and teeth tightly closed.) Golly, I got 
’im now, suah. ( Exit Wash. L. 2 E.) 

Enter Thorne and Roberts R. 2 E. 

Thorne. General Beauregard assures me that he will open 
fire on Fort Sumter at three o’clock this morning. ( Looks at 

watch.) It lacks only ten minutes of that time now. 

' ✓ 

Rob. Good! I am glad there is no mistake about it. By 
the way, Judge Thorne, has it occurred to you that if the 
Yankees return the fire of our batteries your house will be 
exactly in range of the guns of Fort Sumter? They are 
sure to aim high at first, and a shell that passed over Fort 
Moultrie would be very liable to strike near here. It is not a 
pleasant experience to have a bomb come crashing into your 
house one minute, and exploding the next. 

Thorne. We must expect some unpleasant experiences. 
We must take our chances. I shall certainly not run at the 
first smell of gunpowder. 

Rob. If the predictions of your Yankee friend, Farnsworth, 


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are to be relied on, we shall all soon become familiar with the 
smell of gunpowder. He asserts that the firing upon Sumter 
will be the signal for a general uprising at the North. 

Thorne. He is undoubtedly right, Major. 

Rob. In that case we may consider that war is a settled 
thing. 

Thorne. I have no doubt of it whatever. 

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Rob. Then it is high time for us to draw the line between 
friend and foe. 

Farns. enters unperceived , C. D. F., passing to L. 

Rob. It is my duty to inform you, Judge Thorne, that 
there is a report in circulation through the city to the effect 
that your guest, Julian Farnsworth, is neither more nor less 
than a Yankee spy. And I beg leave to add that I have no 
doubt whatever of the truth of the statement. 

Farns. ( L .) And it is my duty to inform you, Judge 
Thorne, that the report alluded to was originated, and has 
been diligently circulated, by your other guest, Major George 
Roberts! And I beg leave to add that when he stooped to this 
contemptible action he was fully aware that he was uttering a 
deliberate falsehood ! 

Enter Clare R. U. E.; she passes to L. and joins Farns. 

Rob. Do you mean to insult me, sir ? 

Farns. Insult you ! Insult a man who places himself in 
your position ? You who play the spy upon a fellow guest ? I 
can respect the enemy who is openly in arms, but you have 
proved yourself false and treacherous ; and now you show 
yourself to be utterly contemptible as well. Insult you, sir? 
You have placed yourself beyond the reach of insult, Major 
Roberts ! 

Clare. Hush, Julian ! It is tTiree o’clock. 

(They all pause and listen. A clock is heard slowly striking the 
hour. A moment later the heavy boom of a cannon is heard in the 


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distance. Clare turns to Farns., lifts her face to his , and kisses 
him ; then slowly crosses to her father , who takes her in his arms?) 

Thorne. The hour has come! Heaven grant that the 
right prevail ! 

Enter Lif.ut. Ellsworth, R. 2. E. He salutes Ron. and 

stands R. 

Ron. The right can only prevail when each man does his 
duty. Lieut. Ellsworth, I command you to arrest that man as 
a spy ! ( Pointing to Farns.) 

Clare. Major Roberts, how dare you attempt this outrage! 
Mr. Farnsworth is entitled to the courtesy due a guest, and he 
shall return unmolested to his Northern home ! 

(The booming of cannon is heard constantly until the end of 
the act.) 

Farns. ( Drawing revolver.) Compose yourself, Miss 
Clare. The man who attemps to lay a hand upon me dies ! 
Major Roberts is a villain and a coward. He will never run 
the risk of losing his worthless life in attempting to make 
me a prisoner. 

(A loud crash is heard off R., followed by red fire, which co?i- 
tinues to end of act.) 

Ells. The house has been struck by a shell, Major 

Farns. Yes ! and the building is in flames! You can 
only save your lives by leaving it at once ! (All start back in 
confusion.) Major Roberts, we shall meet again; and when 
we do, the task of avenging a betrayed flag will be in my 
hands ! 

Quick Curtain. 


ACT II. 

Scene First. Landscape; Military Camp. Tents in the 
Background. 

(Enter Farnsworth and Lieut. Forbes, R. 2 E.) 
Forbes. Julian, my boy, how much longer is this state of 



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affairs to last ? Here we’ve been loafing and lounging about 
for six weeks, without even a prospect of a fight. 

Farns. I heard the Colonel remark the other day that 
Lieut. Forbes was a thoroughbred fire-eater, and I bugin to 
believe that he is right. Never mind / Tom; there is a fair 
prospect of a rub with the enemy in a day or two. The 
advance on Richmond is about to begin. 

Forbes. That’s the best news I have heard in a month; 
but are you sure of it ? 

Farns. Aye, and I know more than that. I have been 
chafing at this inaction as much as you have, and I have been 
trying to devise some plan for giving us something to do. At 
last the Colonel has given his consent for me to make a secret 
expedition to the nearest rebel outpost. If I succeed in get¬ 
ting the information that I want, we will soon have fighting 
enough to satisfy even you. 

Forbes. If you succeed—yes; but if you fail—? 

Farns. I have no idea of failing, Tom. 

Forbes. You had better not, my boy. Do you know the 
penalty of .failure in such cases ? 

Farns. Oh, yes; I am quite aware of the danger. But look 
here, Tom. When I shouldered a musket nearly four years 
ago, I gave myself wholly and unreservedly to the cause for 
which we have ever since been fighting. I determined then 
that if any sacrifice which I could make, even that of life 
itself, would contribute to the success of our arms, I would 
make it promptly and cheerfully. I have thrown all of my 
dainty scruples to the winds; and half a dozen times during the 
past year I have entered the Confederate lines in disguise, and 
penetrated even to the headquarters of the commanding officer. 

Forbes. You astonish me, Julian. I never knew of your 
assuming a disguise. 

Farns. And yet I have met and conversed with you sev¬ 
eral times when you supposed me to be a roving sutler, or a 
backwoodsman, or a contraband as the.case might be. 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


Forbes. Now look here, Julian, I have always looked upon 
you as a man of good average truth and veracity; but when 
you say that you have ever humbugged me in such a way as 
that, I—well, I’d rather not express my ideas on the subject. 

Farns. ( Laughing .) Don’t, I beg of you, or you’ll have 
occasion to regret it sometime. Why, Tom, I have quite a 
squad of boys under my management, who spend most of 
their time in scouting expeditions. You are well acquainted 
with each one of them; and yet I dare say that if the entire 
crowd was presented to you in a body, you would not imagine 
that you had ever seen one of them before. 

Forbes. You must consider me deaf, dumb, blind and 
idiotic. Whenever either you or any of your men succeed in 
palming yourselves off on me under an assumed character, you 
can consider yourselves perfectly-safe in marching into the 
headquarters of Bob Lee himself. 

Farns. All right, Tom; we will put you to the test some¬ 
time. I must go now and prepare for my trip. Don’t let any 
of my boys impose upon you while I am away. (Exit L. 2 E.) 

Wash. (Heard without , R.) Yankee notions! Pins an’ 
needles! Yere’s whar you gits you money’s wuf. (Enters 
R. 2 E.) Mornin’, Mas’r Forbes. 

Forbes. Good morning, Wash. How is business to-day ? 
You must be getting rich. 

Wash. ’Deed I is, sah. Fse gwine up Norf to buy out A. 
T. Astor and John Jacob Stewart, an’ some o’dem fellers. Dat 
was a lucky day for dis yere nigger when he done run’d away 
from Charleston ’long o’ Mas’r Farnswuf. 

Forbes. So you ran away with Farnsworth, did you ? I 
wonder that he would allow you to leave your master. 

Wash. Oh, he didn’t hab none o’ de ’sponsibility 'bout dat 
nohow ’tall. He jes’ couldn’t help hisself. Dat Miss Spencer 
she’s de one what fix de business. She tell me to take two ob 
de bosses an’ show Cap’ll out o’ de town; but somehow nudder 
I done fergot de way back agin. 


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Forbes. Why was Miss Spencer so much interested in the 
Captain’s safety ? 

Wash. Jes’ lease he’s from de Norf. She’s a furrerbred 
Yankee herself, an’ one o’ de scrumptiousest gals dis nigger 
eber see. Ef dey’s got many such gals as Kate Spencer up 
dar in Vermont dat must be a berry pleasant neighborhood to 
preside in. 

Forbes. Kate Spencer ! Was this girl’s name Kate Spencer? 
And did she come from Vermont ? 

Wash. Dat’s jes’ prezactly de name ob de gal, Lieutenant, 
an’ dat’s de berry ’dentical spot whar she come from. 

Forbes. ( Aside .) Can it be possible that I have found her 
at last? Look here, Wash; who is this girl, and how did you 
come to know her? And what was-she doing in Charleston ? 
And where is she.now ? And what— 

Wash. (. Interrupting .) ’Sense me, Mas’r Forbes, you’se 
trabbelin’ too fast fer dis nigger; jes’ wait till I kotches up. 

Forbes. ( Impatiently .) Don’t keep me waiting, Wash; 
answer my questions. 

Wash. Well, den, in de fust place, dis gal am Miss Clare’s 
com—com—commissary; no ( scratches his head in perplexity ), 
com—commissioner; no, dat ain’t it neider. 

Forbes. Companion ? 

Wash. Yes, dat’s it. An I reckon she’s somewhar nudder 
’long o’ Miss Clare now. ’Tain’t none o’ my business, but Fd 
jes’ like for to know what you’se so berry much int’rested in 
Miss Kate for. 

Forbes. Simply because she is the one woman in all the 
world whom I would make my wife if I could. 

Wash. Wh—ew ! You’s got a tol’able good ’pinion o’ you- 
se’f, Mas’r Forbes, if you tinks Miss Kate gwine take up wid you. 

Forbes. I don’t feel at all certain on that point, Wash, 
but I would give a year’s salary To know where she is now. 
If you should ever discover her whereabouts I wish you would 
let me know. 




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25 


Wash. All right; dey ain’t nuffin’ small ’bout dis nigger, 
’cept his mouf. I gotter mozey ’long now. (Going Li) 
Yankee notions ! Pins an’ needles ! Yere’s whar you gits you 
money’s wuf ! (Exit Wash. L. 2 El) 

Forbes. For more than two years I have searched for some 
trace of her, and this is the first clue that I have found. The 
lover’s quarrel which separated us has proved a costly affair to 
me. But I will find her yet, if I have to search every nook 
and corner of the South. (Looking R.) Heigho—what awk¬ 
ward squad is this coming? I’ll retire and inspect them from 
a distance. ( Exit L . 2 E.) 

relude to “Dot Sour Kraut Brigade /’ mark time without , 
R. ; enter Brigade, R. U. E ., headed ^ Farnsworth, dis¬ 
guised as Corporal Bunglestien; Brigade marches in single 
file, keeping time very emphatically, across back of stage , to center; 
then wheeling to right simultaneously , marches four abreast to 
front of stage, so timing their movements that they will arrive in 
positio?i just as prelude is finished; mark time during singing of 
the verses, and wheel to the right at beginning of chorus, marching 
around stage during chorus and interlude, and getting back into 
position at the front in time for next verse; make the marching 
movements conform to the words of the chorus as nearly ccs pos¬ 
sible. The effect will be heightened if a different movement is 
executed each time. During last chorus march four abreast to 
back of stage, then dividing, half wheel to R. and half to L., 
inarching out at the upper entrances .) (See song on page 26.) 

Enter Forbes, L. 2 E. 

Forbes. I wonder where the captain disappeared to so 
suddenly. I must see him at once. (Looks off R.) Ah; here 
comes Wash. He can enlighten me. if any one can. 

Enter Wash, R. 2 E. 

Wash. Dis chile been lookin’ eberywhar fer Cap’n Farns- 


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DOT SOUR KROUT BRIGADE. 


Words and Music by E. C. Whalen. 

N - r~N -- — B 



1. You’ve heard apoud dhose Shonny Rebs,Yotfighd mitSheneral Lee, 

2. J)hose un-i-forms, dhey git der cake, Und dough ve ton'd vas broud, 

3. Now maype you thoughd ve ton’d vas cood For anything else but show: 

4. Vhen ve march oud dot sdreet a-long Ve vas a shblendid lot; 







m. 


1 


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Und al-zo how dhose Sherman poys Vent marching to der sea, 
Yet verefer ve co, I tole you dot's so. You y ust vand to look at dot growd; 
Dot ton’d vill bay votyou tink dot vay; Yougotpatly misdaken, you know; 
Yust vatch us gome, mit fife und trum, Und efery - ting like dot; 



But I bed you dhere vas someding else Vot make dhose odders afraidt: 
Mit heads straighd ub, such dignitude You ton’d vill al-vays fount, 
Ve alvays reaty to peen galled oud Vhen dhere vas some droublesarount, 
Und of you ton’d got bleased mitus Dot gost you nodding ad all, 



Der ting vot goes a - vay mit dhose Vas dot Sour Krout Brigade. 
Und dot’s der reason vhy efery season Ve ton’d vas efer peen down’d. 
But dhose droubles ton’d sday, dhey go quvick right a-vay Yust so soon vot ve got on dercround. 
So yust gome down vhen ve peen rount, Und gif der poys a gall. 

Chorus, 



Keeb time yust like a shot, dhen shving a-rount. like dot, 



Und dot’s der vay ve march 


dot Sour Krout Bri - gade. 


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wuf, an’ can't fin’ de fust hide nor ha’r ob him. No use tryin’ 
to keep track o’ de cap’11 now-days, 110-how'tall. 

Forres. I am very much of your opinion, Wash, as I have 
spent some time in looking for him myself. But I say, Wash, 
what particular corps of the army does that Sour Kraut outfit 
belong to, that was making shapes here a few minutes ago ? 

Wash. Don’t know nuffin’ ’tall ’bout it, Mas’r Forbes. I 
reckon dey’s a pack o’ Dutchmen what done gone crazy. 

Forbes. They are entitled to the belt as the champion 
awkward squad of the army, whoever they are. (Going R.) 
When you find Capt. Farnsworth tell him I am anxious to see 
him. 

Wash. Yes, Mas’r Forbes. (Exit Forbes, R . 3 E.) I like 
to know wh-wh-whar dis nigger gwine to go to now. Wish de 
cap’n come round an’ tell me wliar he is, so I go an’ find him. 
(Looking off R.) Dar conies de brigadeer gin’ral o’ dat ar 
Sour Kraut regiment. I gwine hab some fun wid dat chicken. 

Enter Corporal Bungle. R. 2 E. 

Wash. Hello, Sour Kraut ! 

Bung. Look here, mine hght-gomblexioned vriendt, ofer 
you ton’d been a leedle more resbectable vhen you shboke mit 
a gorporai, you fount yourzelf py del* inzide fun dot cuard 
house. You vand to rememper vot vamiliarities preed gond- 
emptapleness. 

Wash. You’s a sweet corp’ral, you is ! I’s proud o’ you, I 
is. Couldn’t git ’long ’dout you, nohow. Reckon Gin’ral 
Grant ain’t found out ’bout you yet, else he’d resigned ’fore dis 
time. Say, when you gwine capture de Soudern Confevercy, 
anyhow ? 

. Bung. I gapdure der shgurvy, und shmall-box, und dings 
like dot, off I cot a cread deal azzociations mit you ! How 
you cot vhite-vashed mit a goat off lamp plagk dot vhey ! You 
vand to come to der goundy vair, mine vriendt, und you cot 
sure der first bremium mit dot vleece off unvashed vool off 
yours. 


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Wash. Say, it’s a good ting dey don’t hang folks now days 
fur dere beauty, else you git strung up to de fust tree, suah ! 

P>u ng. Dot’s a luggy dingvot der zhmart beobles ton’d die 
vhen dhey vas young, or elze you come tead tree years pefore 
you cot porn. 

Wash. Ef I wasn’t no smarter’n you is I’d go’n blow my 
brains out de fust ting. 

Bung. I like do know how you plow oud zomeding vot you 
ton’d cot, eh ? 

Wash. Oh, you’s too funny, you is ! I kin jes’ tell you 
fellers one ting. You don’t want to make youse’fs quite so 
num’rous round hyer on de p’rade ground, else Mas’r Cap’ll 
Farnswuf he done knock some o’ de style out o’ you-uns. 
Dat’s what he’ll do. 

Bung. You dhink 1 vas avraidt off dat Gabdain Varns- 
vordt? Off he vand zomeding oud off me all he got to tone 
vas youst do gome aroundt vh'ere I vas und zay zomeding 
apoud—vot he vand out off me ! 

Wash. ( Disdainfully .) Sho ! You tink you stand up in 
front o’ Mas’r Cap’ll Farnswuf? Huh! You jes’ find out 
’bout dat. I gwine to tell de cap’ll what you been a-sayin’. 
(Going ft.) You git you’se’f into trouble, suah’s you bo’n. 

Bung. You pring dot gabdain pack mit you, und I knogk 
him indo der gwick gonzumbtion ! 

Wash. ( Excitedly .) You see ! * You’ll jes’ see what you 
gwine to ketch ! ( Exit Wash hastily, ft. 3 E.) 

Enter Lieut. Forbes, L. 2 E. 

Forbes. Hello ! here’s our Teutonic commander. That’s a 
fine squad of yours, corporal. 

Bung. Dot show you vas a shendleman off vine shudge- 
mends. 

Forbes. Thank you. By the way, my friend, have you 
seen anything of Captain Farnsworth ? 

Bung. No; I see nodding ad all apoud him. 


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29 


Forbes. [Aside.) I wonder if I could trust this fellow ? 
He looks too thick-headed to be dishonest. I believe I’ll try 
him. ( To Bung.) See here, my man; can I get you to do me 
a favor ? 

Bung. Veil, I ton’d know. I like to haf a leedle aggom- 
modations apoud me vonce in a vhile. Of you dolt me vot’s 
dot you vand I vill dhink apoud id. 

Forbes. Oh, don’t be so enthusiastic about it! Keep 
cool, my friend. ( Goes first to R., then to I., looking out cau¬ 
tiously to see if they are observed. Then motions Bung., with 
great show of secrecy, to extreme R. H. front of stage.) Sh— 
keep quiet; I don’t want any one to know of this. ( Produces 
note from pocket.) Now, what I want you to do is this: Take 
this note, go and find Captain Farnsworth, and give it to him 
when no one is looking. Remember, now. You must keep 
looking until you find him; and you must say nothing of this 
matter to any one else. If you will do as I say, there is a five- 
dollar gold piece for you. ( Shows him money.) Now then, 
will you do it ? 

Bung. ( Repeats, in an exaggerated manner , Forbes’ action 
of looking out cautiously, etc., finally motioning him to opposite ' 
front corner of stage.) Sh—keb quvied ! ton’d zay nodding. 
[Looks cautiously around again.) No; I ton’d do dot ! 

Forbes. (Angrily.) Blockhead ! Why couldn’t you say 
so then ? 

Bung. Veil, I zay so ! You not understand ? (Shouting.) 
No, I ton’d do dot ! No, I ton'd do dot. 

Forbes. (Impatiently.) Well, 1 hear you. 

Bung. (Imitating.) Plogheadt! Vhy you ton’d zay so, 
dhen ? 

Forbes. Look here, Dutchy! You shall pay for your 
impudence. 

Wash. (Entering suddenly R. 2 E.) Yes, and der’s 
anodder impudence he got to pay fur, too ! 

(The three following paragraphs by Forbes, Bung, and 


3° 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


Wash, are spoken simultaneously , each party gesticulating and 
talking excitedly. Forbes L. C., Bung. C. , Wash. 71 . C.) 

Forbes. What do you mean, you impertinent Dutchman, 
by addressing such language to me ? Don’t you know the 
duties of a soldier ? Haven’t you ever acquired the first prin¬ 
ciples of discipline yet ? Have you always lived in the back- 
' woods ? Are you aware that I can send you to the guard¬ 
house ? What kind of a specimen do you call yourself, any¬ 
how? You had better take your Sour Kraut Brigade and 
march out of the camp, I think. We are not used to your kind 
of manners here. If you think you can come around here and 
run things to suit yourself you’re grandly mistaken, 1 can tell 
you that! 

Bung. Vas cost me dot imbudence? You cot der shange 
mit you? I vas altvays baid my 'vay vhen I vent along. (To 
Wash.) How ish dot apoud dhose odder imbudence? Vas 
dot man aroundt? Off you pring him py me I zeddle dot 
aggound mit him. (To F.) How vas der matter mit you, 
anyvay? You got zomeding ailed you? (To W.) You ton’d 
peen to dot goundy vair yet, mine vriendt? You vand to bay 
addentions mit dot peeznis. (To F.) How long you vas 
vound ub vor ? You shboke so much like dot all dervhile? 
(To W.) Off you vand to cot zome drouples mit me you 
youst kept righd along dot zame vay! 

Wash. You jes’ better skedaddle, dat’s de best ting you 
kin do ! Mas’r Farnswuf he gwine fix you ! Dey ain’t no use 
you tryin’ to ’scuse yousef now. You gwine ketch de wust 
ting you eber kotch in de hull cou’se o’ you life. Aint nuffin’ 
too bad for sech fellers as you. You tinks yon’s awful smart, 
but you gwine git de smartness tuk out o’ you’ll less’n no time. 
De Yankee sojers ain’t gwine be ’posed ’pon by no sech Dutch 
sour kraut white trash like you is. You’s a disgrace to de 
hull army, no mistake ’bout dat. I’s powerful ’shamed to hold 
a conversion wid you ’tall, ’deed I is. 

Bung. Vat vas der madder mit you beobles ? You cot a 
gommunigation vot you like do made mit me ? 


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Wash. Can’t no one git in a word edgeways when dat 
mouf o’ yours is gwine. 

Forbes. You have laid yourself liable to arrest, sir. 

Bung. Ish dot so ? Loog here, mine friendt, vhen I gome 
do tink apoud id, I shange me my mindt apoud dot peezniz. 
You gif me dot fife tollar und I show you dot Gabdain Varns- 
vort so quvick like you say Yack Roppeson. 

Wash. You jes’ better keep cl’ar o’ Cap’n Farnswuf. He 
gwine fix you. He say as how he cornin’ round yere to see 
you. I been tellin’ him what you been a sayin’. 

Forces. I believe I will take you at your word, although 
you certainly do not deserve it. There is the money. (Gives 
money.) 

Bung. ( Thr owing off disguise , a nd appeci ring as Farns¬ 

worth.) And here is the Captain ! 

Wash. ( Collapsing on floor.) Oh, heabens ! 

Forbes. (. Falling hack in astonishment.) Captain Farns¬ 
worth ! 

Farns. (Removing his long outer coat and throwing it over 
Wash’s head as he sits on the stage.) You seem rather aston¬ 
ished at my little masquerade, Tom. 

Wash creeps off stage on hands and knees, R. i E. 

Forbes. Astonished ! I’m completely dumbfoundered, as 
Mrs. Partington would say. I’m ready now to believe any¬ 
thing you tell me. But I say, Julian, what have you done 
with all of your old fastidiousness? 

Farns. Done with it? Why, I’ve abandoned it to the kid- 
glove patriots, who would see the old flag trailed in the dust 
sooner than relinquish one jot of their false dignity. Don’t 
expect me to be fastidious, Tom, when the nation’s life is in 
such deadly peril. 

Forbes. Don’t imagine that 1 am criticising your course, 
Julian. I have too high a respect for the patriotism that for¬ 
gets selfish interests. But you have not read the note that you 
engaged to deliver to yourself yet. 


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FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


.Farns. True; I had quite forgotten it. (Reads note.) 
Can it be possible ! Judge Thorne a prisoner, and in our 
camp ? 

* Forbes. It is true; but I was not aware that you knew 
him. He simply asked to have that note delivered privately 
to Capt. Farnsworth. By the tvay, he gave his name as 
Colonel, instead* of Judge Thorne. 

Farns. Ah, yes; he has joined the rebel army, of course. 
Please go to him, and let him be brought here at once. 

Forbes. Certainly, Captain. (Salutes and retires, L. U. El) 

Farns. What changes have three years brought forth. 
Three years ago I was a guest in the home of Judge Thorne; 
and now he is a prisoner in my hands. The fortunes of war 
have certainly been unequally divided between us. 

Enter Forbes L. 2 E. followed by Thorne. 

Farns. (Shaking hands.) I am heartily glad to see you, 
Judge Thorne, but I deeply regret that we meet under such 
circumstances. (Exit Forbes L. 2 E.) 

Thorne. It is needless to say that I share both your pleas¬ 
ure and regret. I must add that as a prisoner 1 could not 
wish to be in better hands. 

Farns. I can make but a poor return for the kind hos¬ 
pitality which I met at your hands three years ago; but you 
may be certain that I shall do all in my power to make your 
stay with us pleasant, and to hasten your exchange. May I 
ask how you were so unfortunate as to fall into the hands of 
our men ? 

Thorne. I had obtained a short leave of absence, and was 
on my way to Charleston, when I lost my way, and unfor¬ 
tunately mistook a squad of your soldiers for Confederates. 
You can imagine the rest. 

Farns. Only too well. May I ask—that is, have you 
heard recently from Miss Thorne ? 

» 

Thorne. It is of her position that 1 desire to speak with 
you. A month ago I was wounded; and she, hearing of it, 


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33 


came to the front at once, and tenderly cared for me until I 
was able to leave the hospital. I had arranged to have her 
return home in a day or two, when a message came which 
required me to leave in all haste for Charleston. I had no . 
choice but to leave her behind until I returned. I supposed 
that she would be at least safe and free from danger, until I 
learned to the contrary here in your camp. 

Farns. What do you mean, Judge Thorne ? 

Thorne. I’ll tell you. Half an hour since, a party of 
your men came in with another prisoner, whom I recognized 
as belonging to my own regiment. This man had been sent 
by Major Roberts, who is in command of the regiment in my 
absence, to carry a note to an old justice of the peace named 
Wilkins. He was captured before he had delivered the note, 
and I have it in my possession. Read ! (Hands note.') 

Farns. (Reading.) “To Gottlieb Wilkins, justice of the 
peace. You are hereby directed to follow the bearer of this 
note to the Confederate camp without delay. You will bring 
with you whatever documents may be necessary to perform a 
legal marriage ceremony. You will inform no one of the 
object of your visit, either now or hereafter, on peril of your 
own safety and that of your possessions. Signed, Major 
George Roberts.” What, in heaven’s name does this mean ? 

Thorne. It means that Major Roberts, unable to obtain 
my daughter’s hand by fair means, has determined to accom¬ 
plish his purpose by treachery and force. 

Farns. And she is in the power of this scoundrel ! But 
he shall be foiled in his devilish plot. I will save the woman 
1 love from such a fate, or die in the attempt ! Answer me 
Judge Thorne, and ask no questions. Has Major Roberts 
ever seen the man to whom that note is addressed ? 

Thorne. No; the man is a half hermit, and never stirs 
from his home unless it is positively necessary. 

Farns. Can you tell me anything of his personal ap¬ 
pearance ? 

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Thorne. The bearer of that note describes him as a man 
with a shaggy head of hair and bushy whiskers, who speaks 
English very imperfectly, and with a strong German accent. 
But why do you ask? 

Farns. Do not ask me—you shall soon know all. I must 
leave you now, my old friend. I shall give orders for you to 
have the freedom of the camp on your parole. Go with me 
now to my quarters, and await my return there. ( Exit Farns. 
and Thorne, L. 2 E.) 

Scene Second. — Plainly furnished room , headquarters of 

Major Roberts; door C. F.j table covered with papers R.C., 

back; map hanging on flat , Z. C.; saber hanging over map; 

three or four plain chairs. 

Major Roberts discovered pacing floor uneasily. 

Roberts. Why in the name of heaven doesn’t that man 
return? He has been gone five hours, and he should not have 
been above an hour going to old Wilkins’ place and back. 
Can it be possible that my plans have been discovered, and 
that some one is trying to thwart me? But no; I have 
schemed too well for that. The old Judge is well on his way 
toward Charleston by this time, and his daughter has no sus¬ 
picion of what awaits her. She has repulsed me a hundred 
times, but at last she is in my power. I will go and see if any 
tidings have come from my messenger yet. ( Exit Rob. Z. 
2 E.) 

Enter Clare Thorne and Kate Spencer, R. 2 E. 

Clare. Major Roberts. does not seem to be in, Kate. 
Shall we wait for him? 

Kate. I am very anxious to see him, as the only hope I 
have of reaching the Union lines and returning to my home in 
the North lies in the chance of his granting me a pass and an 
escort. 

Clare. 1 am afraid the chance is a very small one, Kate. 


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35 


You know that Major Roberts is not noted for his generosity. 

Kate. Generosity! I don’t want him to be generous. All I 
ask is justice, and very tardy justice at that. Here I’ve been 
working in the rebel hospitals for twelve months, caring for 
the sick and wounded enemies of my country; and if I have 
not earned the right to return to my friends I don’t know what 
I have earned. I certainly have received no pay. 

Clare. Your services have been worth more than the Con¬ 
federacy could ever pay, if it felt ever so well disposed toward 
you. If you had not been here to care for my dear father 
when he was first wounded I am sure he would have died 
from exposure and neglect. 

Kate. It was very little that I could do for him, and you 
were soon here to take my, place. So don’t imagine that you 
are under any obligations to me on that account, Clare. But 
come; let us go over to the hospital and return when Major 
Roberts is in. (Exit Clare and Kate, R. 2 E.) 

Enter Roberts and Lieut. Ellsworth, L. 2 E 

Rob. You say there is a man outside waiting to speak with 
me, Lieut. Ellsworth? 

Ells. Yes; and an interesting old specimen he is, too. 
He looks more like an animated combination of limburger 
and sour kraut than anything else I can suggest. 

Rob. All right; I’ll interview him. By the way, Lieuten¬ 
ant, I wish you would have the kindness to request Miss 
Thorne to step this way for a moment. Then, after she has 
been here two or three minutes, send in the old man; and see 
to it that no one is around, will you? Do you understand? 

Ells. I understand, Major, and will carry out your 
instructions to the letter. (Salutes and exit , L. 2 E.) 

Rob. Now, my proud beauty, you are in my hands, and 
you shall not escape me. 

Enter Clare and Kate, R. 2 E. 

Rob. Ah, Miss Thorne; I was just sending for you. I 
have something of importance to say to you. 


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FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 






Clare. We have come, Major Roberts, to ask a favor at 
your hands; or rather, to claim your aid in behalf of justice. 

Rob. You have only to command me, Miss Clare. You 
know that. I am always at your service. 

Clare. It is in behalf of my friend, Miss Spencer, that I 
come. You are aware that she has been detained here more 
than a year, as if she were a common prisoner of war, when 
her only offence consists in the fact that she happens to be a 
Northern girl. During the many months of her enforced 
presence here she has labored incessantly in the hospitals, and 
scores of our sick and wounded soldiers owe their lives to her 
tender nursing. Miss Spencer has long been desirous of 
returning to her home and friends at the North, but has never 
been able to obtain the desired permission. The purposes of 
the Confederacy are too high to permit that such an injustice 
should continue. You have the power to grant her a pass 
and an escort to the Federal lines. 

Rob. You evidently misunderstand your friend’s position. 
She is an open sympathizer with the North, and an avowed 
enemy of the South; and she can therefore be regarded only 
as a common prisoner. Miss Spencer has no claim whatever 
on my sympathies, and any effort which I may make in her 
behalf will spring from my regard for you, Miss Clare; and 
from that alone I will grant the request which you make, 
simply because it comes from you, and for no other reason. 
(Si/s at table ami writes .) 

Kate. (Aside to Clare.) My dear Clare, I’m afraid that I 
shall do wrong in accepting this service at your hands. It 
will place you under an obligation to this heartless reprobate. 

Clare. And have I no right to make a sacrifice in your 
behalf, when I know that my father owes his life to you? 

Rob. (Rising with paper in his hand.) There, Miss 
Thorne, is a pass which will take your friend to the vicinity 
of the Yankee camp before Petersburg, and provide her with 
an escort on the way. (Gives paper.) 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 37 

Kate. Whatever your motive may be for this act, sir, I 
thank you. 

Clare and Kate start to retire , R. 

Rob Miss Thorne, I have a communication of importance 
to make to you, if you will favor me with your presence for a 
short time. 

0 

Clare. My friend, Miss Spencer, is a sharer in all of my 
present interests. 

Rob. The matter of which I desire to speak concerns only 
you—and one who is dear to you. 

Clare. One who is dear to me? Whom do you mean, sir? 
(To Kate.) I will join you at the hospital presently. (Exit 
Kate, R. 2 E.) 

Rob. Be seated, Miss Thorne. (Places chair for her R. C., 
and leans on back of second chair , L. C.) What I have to say 
can be quickly spoken. For three years you have avoided me, 
treating me with every mark of aversion. You have scorned 
my passion, and evaded my presence. I have borne your in¬ 
sults in silence, awaiting the hour of my triumph. That hour 
has at last arrived. Clare Thorne, you shall become my wife 
within the next half hour; and no power on earth can save you. 

Clare. (Rising.) Become your wife, Major Roberts ? 
Sooner than join myself to such a heartless villain as you I 
would die ten thousand deaths ! 

Rob. Indulge in all the high tragedy you please, my lady; 
you cannot escape me this time. I have laid my plans too 
well. There is not a soul within the sound of your voice, cry 
out as loudly as you will. In five minutes a justice will enter 
this room; and when he leaves it, you and I will be man and 
wife. 

Clare. You despicable coward ! I know that you are 
capable of any crime; but I do not believe there is another 
man so debased that he would perform such a wicked cere¬ 
mony at your bidding, and against my will. 

Rob. I have attended to that little point also, my dear 


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FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


young lady. The ceremony shall not be performed against 
your will, but with your full consent. 

Clare. I tell you, sir, that I would not bestow my hand 
upon such a wretch as you to save myself from instant death ! 

Rob. But how if it were to save one whom you love from 
instant death? (Clare shrinks hack, startled.') Ah! that 
alters the complexion of affairs, I see. Listen. Last night 
one of our scouting parties came in, bringing with it a Yankee 
prisoner. That prisoner’s name was—Julian Farnsworth! 
(Clare staggers back, supporting herself on the hack of her chair.) 
I have the power to order the instant execution of that man as 
a spy ! If you consent to become my wife, he shall go. free. 
If you refuse—he shall die within the next half hour ! 

Clare. No ! no ! You cannot do this wicked thing ! You 
cannot force me to this terrible alternative ! Oh, in Heaven’s 
name be merciful ! ( Kneels at his feet.) 

Rob. No ! Ten thousand times no ! If he is to meet with 
mercy it must come from your hands. Here ( takes her arm 
and raises her), go into that room. ( Points to door C.) In 
three minutes I shall call you. The justice will be ready. If 
you fail, as I am a living man I swear that Julian Farnsworth’s 
blood shall be upon your head ! ( Exit Clare, C. D. F., with 

bowed head.) The plot works well. In another half hour all 
will J>e over; and.she will never learn that the story of Julian 
Farnsworth’s capture was an invention of my own. ( Looks off 
R.) Ah, here comes the justice. 

Enter Farnsworth, disguised as Justice Wilkins. 

Justice. Do I cot der bleasure vot 1 attress Major Sheorge 
Roperts ? 

Rob. ( With pompous manner.) I am Major Roberts. 
And I have the pleasure of addressing Gottlieb Wilkins, Esq., 
justice of the peace, I suppose ? 

Justice. Yes, you vas. Vill you blease oxblain how vas 
der reason vot you send py me like dot ? 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


39 


Rob. I desire your services in performing a marriage 
ceremony. 

Justice. Vill I undershtant you vas von off der high g(^n- 
dracting beobles ? 

Rob. I am. 

Justice. ( Looking around .) Vas der vigtim bresent ? 

Rob. What do you mean by such an. insinuation ? None of 
your impertinence with me, old man. 

Justice. Young man, ot you ton’d cot me a leedle more 
resbectable dreatment, I yust go avay. 

Rob. You will depart when you have done the work for 
which you came, and not before. Now then, listen. I am 
going into that room, there; when I return I shall be accom¬ 
panied by a lady. Make no remarks—ask no questions—but 
as speedily as you can, and with as few words as possible, per¬ 
form a marriage ceremony. There are the names of the 
parties. (Gives paper.') When you have finished, go; and 
keep your tongue between your teeth, if you don’t want it torn 
out by the roots. Do you understand ? 

Justice. Veil, I ton’d know. I tink someding or odder 
vas grooked, somevay. I like to know— 

Rob. (Interrupting sternly.) Do you understand ? 

Justice. Veil, I yust like to fount oud— 

Rob. (Savagely.) ‘Do you understand ? 

Justice. (Quailing.) I understood ! 

Rob. Then see that you make no mistake. (Exit C. D.) 

Justice. (After watching Roberts out of sight.) I tink ve 
cot some shiganery, und tings like dot. Dot man vas a schoun- 
trel, und a plackleg, und a horse tief. Ven he gome arount 
again I gif him a biece oud of my mindt. Off he tink I ton’d 
know nodding he fint oud I vas yust so pig a fool as he vas. 

Enter Roberts C. D. F., leading Clare, who walks with 
bowed head and face veiled. They take their places 
R. C. facing Justice, Z. C. 

Justice. (Reading name with some difficulty.) Sheorge 


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FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


Roperts, do you took dot voman to peen your lawvully vedded 
vife ? 

JIob. 1 do. 

Justice. (Reading name as before.) Clare Torne, do you 
took dot man to peen your lawvully vedded huspant, py your 
own vree vill und shoice, mitoud undue invluenze, gombulsion, 
intimidations, tisgriminations, pulldozery, or tings like dot, und 
not moved dot vay py threads or odder imbroper— 

Rob. (Interrupting angrily.) What do you mean by such 
a question, you insolent old scoundrel ? 

Justice. I mean, sir, to fount oud vedder dot lady agt mit 
her own free vill, or vedder dot marriage vas forced upon 
her. 

Rob. (Furiously.) You mean to find that out, do you ? 
Well then, I’ll tell you. This lady marries me because she 
cannot help herself—just as you perform the marriage cere¬ 
mony because you are compelled to. Do you understand now ? 

Justice. I untershtood, sir; und I revuse to officiade mit 
a gase like dot. 

Rob. (Savagely.) You refuse? Why, you contemptible 
scarecrow, do you know that I am the commanding officer of 
this post, and that I can destroy every dollar’s worth of prop¬ 
erty on your plantation, and hang you into the bargain ? I 
hold the winning cards in this game. This lady dare not re¬ 
fuse to marry me, for I am her master ! 

Justice. (Quickly throwing off disguise , and appearing as 
Julian Farnsworth.) And I am Julian Farnsworth, her 
protector! 

Clare. (Throws back her veil and rushes into his arms.) 
Julian ! 

Rob. (Staggers back astounded.) Julian Farnsworth ! 

Farns. (After embracing Clare hastily.) George Roberts, 
we have met again ! You are the same cowardly poltroon 
from whom I parted three years ago; and the same kind Prov¬ 
idence which permitted me to escape your snares then has 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 




enabled me to*foil your villany to-day. When next we meet, 
the long account between us shall be balanced forever ! 

Curtain. 


ACT III. 

Scene First.— A dilapidated hut. Small closet door , R. C. Two 

or three broken chairs scattered about. 

Enter Roberts and Lieut. Ellsworth, R. 2 E. 

Roberts. This must be the hut of the old Irish woman, 
to which we were directed. The old lady herself seems to be 
absent. Not a very inviting place, but after three days of shot 
and shell, and twenty-four hours of forced retreating, a hovel 
is a palace. Shall we pitch our quarters here for the night? 

Lieut, Ells. By all means. I would not tramp another 
half mile to reach the best quarters in the South. 

Rob. All right, then. We’ll take possession of the old 
dame’s quarters, and make ourselves as comfortable as possi¬ 
ble. The old woman has probably been frightened into the 
next county by the sight of so many soldiers. 

Sentry. ( Heard withoutl) Halt ! Who goes there ? 

Guard. ( Heard without .) Guard with prisoners. 

Sentry. ( Without.) Advance, guard, and give the coun¬ 
ter-sign. 

Lieut. Ells. Hello ! It looks as though we were to have 
Yankee company. I’ll take a turn outside and see what’s up. 
( Exit Lieut. E., R. i E.) 

Rob. After three days of fighting, and three days of de¬ 
feat and disaster, I feel as if I could give a cordial welcome to 
a batch of Yankee prisoners. I’d like the privilege of string¬ 
ing them all up to the nearest tree. 

Enter Lieut. Ells., R. 2 E. 

Lieut. Ells. Well, Major, we’re to be routed out, it seems. 



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FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


Some of the boys who were bringing up the rear happened to 
fall in with a couple of Yankee officers, and after a lively 
tussle managed to capture them. The colonel has ordered 
them to be confined in this hut over night, with a strong guard 
posted outside. 

Rob. Good. I’d give up my quarters any time for the lux¬ 
ury of knowing that a Yankee prisoner occupied them. Let 
them be sent in. I’ll stay and interview them. ( Exit Lieut. 
Ells., R. 2 E.) 

Lieut. Ells. (Heard without.) This way, my hearties; 
in there with you ! 

Enter Farns. and Lieut. Forbes, R. 2 E. 

Farns. Nevermind, Tom, my boy. We can’t expect good 
fortune all the time. (Sees Rob.) What! Major Roberts here ? 

Rob. Ah—ha! At last the tables are turned, are they? 
(Mockingly.) Captain Farnsworth, 1 would willingly have 
given a year of my life for the pleasure of this meeting. 

Farns. A year from such a life as yours would be a very 
small consideration, Major Roberts. 

Rob. What! You dare to defy me? Do you realize that 
you are at last in my power ? 

Farns. I realize, sir, that a man as devoid of principle as 
you are would not hesitate to violate the usages of war by 
taking my life, if such a crime could be committed without en¬ 
dangering your own head. 

Rob. You do well to comprehend your position. Captain 
Farnsworth, at last the old score between us is about to be 
wiped out. When the sun rises to-morrow morning, you shall 
die. Do you understand me? 

Farns. I understand your purpose, sir, and it is fully 
worthy of you. The murder of a defenceless prisoner is en¬ 
tirely in keeping with your character. Now, if you have quite 
exhausted your eloquence, will you do us the favor of relieving 
us of your presence ? 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


43 


Rob. You shall have all the privacy you desire until sun¬ 
rise; after that all conditions will be alike so far as you are 
concerned. [Goes to closet door, R. C., and looks in.) Your 
quarters will be in here, Captain Farnsworth, and your friend 
will remain in this room. ( Indicating stage. ) If you should 
be so foolish as to make any attempt to escape, you will be 
shot down. ( Exit Rob., R. 2 £.) 

Lieut. Forbes. Julian, my dear boy, can it be possible that 
that man really intends to carry out his threat ? 

Farns. There is not the slightest doubt of it, Tom. I 
have already told you that he has an old reason for desiring 
to get rid of me, and that reason was very decidedly strength¬ 
ened at our last meeting, when I was so fortunate as to spoil 
his little scheme of forcing Miss Thorne to become his wife. 
1 still further incurred his displeasure by compelling him at 
the muzzle of a revolver, to write a pass for both the lady and 
myself through the lines. Then I took the liberty of tying 
him to his chair and inserting a gag between his teeth. For¬ 
tunately for me, he had sent away the guard, and issued 
orders that no one was to be admitted to his quarters for half an 
hour. So we got away and succeeded in reaching the Union 
lines in safety, as you doubtless remember. 

Forbes. I have the best of reasons for remembering the 
circumstances, inasmuch as you brought with you the lady whom 
I have long hoped to make my wife—Miss Kate Spencer. 

Farns. Well, then, you will understand how useless it is to 
expect any forbearance from the man into whose hands we 
have fallen. If we remain in this place until to-morrow morn¬ 
ing, I, at least, and probably both of us, will be murdered in 
cold blood. 

Forbes. If we remain here ! You surely have no hope of 
escaping? The house is completely surrounded by guards. 

Farns. I know it, my boy; and if we manage to get away, 
it must be by strategy alone. Let 11s investigate the place 
a little. ( Goes to the closet and enters.) Ah, what have we here ? 
[Appears in doo?'way with female apparel in his hands.) 


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Forbes. The old Irish woman who owns this hut has evi¬ 
dently left a portion of her wardrobe behind. 

Farns. You may thank your stars that she has done so, 
Tom. I have outwitted Major Roberts twice; and if this dis¬ 
covery does not enable me to do it a third time, he is welcome 
to hang us both. 

Farns. Let us investigate the place a little. ( Goes to closet 
door and enters .) Curtain. 

Note. — If desirable, the character of Mrs. McGee, instead of 
being taken by Julian Farnsworth, may be flayed as an independ¬ 
ent fart. In such cases the follounng changes should be made: 

At the close of Scene I, substitute the following lines : 

Mrs. McGee. ( Heard within closet.) Rape yer dirty mug 
out o’ me closet, ye blackgaird ! 

Farns. ( Backing out of closet.) Heavens ! the place is 
inhabited. 

Mrs. McG. {Coming from closet.) Inhabited, is it ? Yis, an 
fer twenty long yares; an’ niver wunst before till this blissed 
day was I druv out o’ me house an’ home, an’ compilled to 
hoide away loike a thafe in me closet, wid niver a sup nor a 
boite the day long to shtay the stomach of me. 

Farns. You must not blame us for intruding upon your 
privacy, my good woman. Nothing but the hardest part of a 
soldier’s fortune brings us here. 

Mrs. M. ( Looking them over.) Sojers, is it? How coom 
ye thricked out in Yankee toggery loike that? 

Farns. Simply because we happen to be Yankees; and un¬ 
fortunately, Yankee prisoners. 

Forbes. And what is more, condemned to die without 
judge, jury, or the benefit of clergy, to-morrow morning at 
sunrise. 

Mrs. M. (Eagerly.') Is it the thruth ye’re shpakin’? Be 
ye’s rale, loive Yankees, an’ no mishtake ’ 

Farns. We are certainly real live Yankees at present, but 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 45 

there is little hope of our remaining so unless vve can'prevail 
upon you to help us out of our troubles. 

Mrs. M. (Looks cautiously around.) Whist, now! Don’t 
be wastin’ the toime a talkin’. It’s four years oi’ve waited 
fer a glimpse o’ the shtars and shtripes agin, an’ ye cooms 
the nixt thing to it. Jist ye look here, now. (Goes to 
back of stage C., and lifts trap door.) There’s a bit of a howl 
down there, where I kapes me peraties an’ the loike o’ that. 
Jist shtow away yer caircasses down there, and whin thegairds 
coom around oi’ll till thim ye’s eshcaped an’ dared out. 

Farns. My dear good friend, how can we ever repay— 

Mrs. M. (Interrupting .) Ach, now! Shtop yer jaw, an’git 
down into yer howl. 

Forbes. You will at least let us thank you for your— 

Mrs. McGee. (Interrupting .) Coom, now ! will ye niver 
be quiet o’ yer blarneyin’ ? Down wid ye’s ! quick, there ! Oi 
can hare the gairds a coomin’! Loively, now. 

(Farnsworth and Forbes descend through trap door , Mrs. 
McGee closing it over them as the scene closes ini) 

In the last act, when Roberts seats himself with newspaper, to 
wait for suffer , and Mrs. McGee retires to back of stage, instead 
of disrobing during the conversation with Roberts, she cautiously 
raises trap door and assists Forbes to come out, motioning him to 
enter the closet, which he does. Then helping Farnsworth to 
ascend, she calls his attention to Roberts’ pistols on the table, and 
when she has spoken the words, “ Yis, sor, an ye’s supper is all 
riddy, too," slips into the closet and closes the door, as Roberts 
turns and finds himself confronted /^Captain Farnsworth. 

Note. — If stage facilities are not sufficient Scene II may be 
omitted, and change made direct from Farnsworth’s quarters to 
those of Col. Thorne, by slight change of setting. 

Scene Second. Landscape or wood scene, ist grooves. 

Enter Wash., L. i E., running ; he trips and falls fiat on 
stage. 

Wash. ( Panting and exhausted). Dar now ! I done tole 


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you yoif fotch up dat way ef you don’ stop an’ ketch you bref. 
You aim got no mo’ sense den a tree-yer ole yerlin’ sheep. 
Dat makes de tree hunderd and sebenty-lebenth time wot I 
sot down to rest on de way. I see dem-ar Johnny Rebs a 
kotchin’ de Cap’ll an’ Lieutenant Forbes, an’ den I crawls 
’long t’rough de bushes, an’ I sees dem a-gwine into de ole 
cabin fer to stay all night. An’ I hears de sojers say as how 
dey gwine git hunged in de mornin’ suah An’—an’—an’ den 
I jes’ gits down onto my bozom an’ I creeps out o’ dat ; an’— 
an’—an’ now I’m gwine find some o’ de Yankee sojers, an’ I 
gwine tuk ’em to dat-ar ole cabin, an’—an’—an’ den won’t 
de fur fly? (Laughs). I guess not. I)at-ar Mas’r Roberts 
ain’ git de start o’ dis chile any, I bet you. But I got to 
mozey ’long now. (Rises—rubs himself). I.’clar to goodness 
de bark am scrope clean off de front side o’ dis nigger. I got 
to strike out again, dough, else de Cap’ll git hung ’fore I come 
to de rescue. S’posin’ some o’ dem-ar Johnny Rebs done 
kotch dis chile? Oh, golly ; I gwine git out o’ dis. (cyxit 
hurriedly L. i E.) 

Scene Three. Headquarters of Col. Thorne; plainly fur¬ 
nished room. 

Col. Thorne and Clare discovered seated in camp chairs. 

Thorne. My dear child, the pleasure of seeing you again 
has driven all other thoughts out of my mind. But now, as I 
have had the happiness of being with you for two hours, I 
may ask how it happens that you are in the camp. 

Clare. Your question can quickly be answered, dear 
father. I was on my way to Richmond, in obedience to your 
request, when I found that it would be impossible for me to 
enter the city without a special permit from Lee’s headquar¬ 
ters. Then I learned that your regiment was in the neighbor¬ 
hood, so I came here at once. 

Thorne. I am very glad you are under my protection, as I 
fear that there is little hope of the army breaking through the 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


47 


terrible chain which General Grant has been slowly forging 
around us. 

Clare. Is it possible that the situation is so desperate ? 
And what is to be the result ? 

Thorne. (Sadly.) I fear that there can be but one result; 
and that is the defeat of our troops, the close of the war, and 
the end of all our hopes. 

Sentry. (Heard without , L.) Halt ! Who goes there ? 

Guard. (Heard without, L., at a distance .) Guard, with 
prisoner. 

Sentry. ( Without .) Advance, guard, and give the coun¬ 
tersign. 

Thorne. (Rising.) Excuse me, my dear; I shall proba¬ 
bly be needed outside. (Exit L. 2 E.) 

Clare. And so the cause for which we have risked so 
much is to be a lost cause after all. How will the result affect 
my fortunes, I wonder? I think my father is almost inclined 
to believe that we have all along been wrong. If that be true* 
I can at least have the satisfaction of knowing that the man 
whom I love has fought on the right side. 

Enter Thorne, Z. 2 E. 

Thorne. My dear Clare, I have strange news for you. 
Our old slave, Wash, who ran away from us in Charleston, and 
afterward made his way to Julian Farnsworth, has just been 
brought in, a prisoner. 

Clare. (Rising.) Strange news indeed! 

Thorne. But that is not all. It seems that he was caught 
creeping through the woods, and trying to reach the nearest 
Union camp, in the hope of organizing a party to attempt 
the recapture of Capt. Farnsworth and Lieut. Forbes, who are 
both prisoners in the hands of Major Roberts. 

Clare. (Deeply agitated.) Julian Farnsworth a prisoner, 
and in Major Roberts’ power ! 

Wash. (Suddenly entering L. 1 £., bellowing and digging his 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


eyes with his jists. ) Yes, Missy Clare; I saw de Johnnies take 
’em and I heerd ’em threatenin’ to git hung first ting in de 
mornin’. Boo-hoo. ( Collapses on stage , and sits rocking him¬ 
self to and fro.) 

Clare. Oh, heavens ! Can nothing be done to prevent 
this murder ? Father, you know that Julian Farnsworth res¬ 
cued me, at the risk of his own life, from a fate worse than 
death, when I was at the mercy of this same man. You know 
that when you were a prisoner in his hands he obtained your 
exchange. Can nothing be done now to save him ? 

Thorne. Something shall be done, and that instantly. (7 L 
Wash.) Look here, you rascal. 

Wash. ( Rising. ) Dat’s me, Mas’r Kunnel. But, fore de 
Lord save Mas’r Farnsworth ! Didn’t I hear dat Major Rob¬ 
erts tole ’em to git hung airly in de mornin ? 

Thorne. Be quiet, Wash, Fll do what I can. There is a 
Union camp just a mile through the woods, to the east of us. 
I will send you through our picket line, and then do you make 
all haste to reach the spot. Tell your story, raise a rescuing 
party, and lead them as quickly as you can to the place where 
the captain and his friend are confined. In the meantime, I 
will take a detachment of my own men and move in the same 
direction. If the Yankees succeed in recapturing the two 
men, well and good. If not, I can at least, as his superior offi¬ 
cer, compel Major Roberts to turn the prisoners over to my 
keeping. (To Clare.) This is no doubt a strange move for 
a Confederate officer to make; but the war is too near an end 
to allow such a murderous outrage to be consummated. 

Wash. (Jubilantly.) You’se a jewel, Mas’r Jedge ! Dis 
make up fer all de foolishness you been a-doin’, for de last fo’ 
yeahs. An’ Missy Clar’, you’se jes’ de sweetest rebel in de 
hull suddern Confevercy. 

Thorne. Go on, you rascal. Don’t you know you’re los¬ 
ing precious time? 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


49 

Wash. I’s gwine ! Fall right about, forward march, left 
foot first. (Business ad lib. Shoots out L. 2 Id.) 

Quick Curtain. 


ACT IV. 

Scene First.— Same as Scene First, Act III. Lights down. 

Enter Lieut. Ellsworth, R. 2 E. 

Ells. The Major is too nervous to sleep without knowing 
that his prisoners are absolutely*safe. As if it would be pos¬ 
sible for them to escape, with sentinels posted every ten feet 
all around the hut. (Looks around.) Hello, they’ve both taken 
up their quarters in the closet, I reckon. (Goes to closet door 
and opens it , sticking Jiis head inside.) 

M rs. M. (Ln closet.) Git out o’ that now, ye dirty hay- 
then. Will ye’s niver be quit o’disturbin’ a poor woman, ye 
blackgaird ? 

Ells. Confusion ! What are you doing .n that closet, you 
old hag ? 

Mrs. M. What am I doin’ in me own house, is it ? Be gob 
I’ll foind out what the loikes o’ ye is doin’ here, ye shpalpane. 
(Conies out flourishing a mop and threatening Ells.) What do 
ye’s mane a-comin’ around here wid yer guns an’ bagonits 
an’ sojers, an’ thrampin’ into me house widout lave or loysance, 
and scarin’ the loife out ov a poor dillicate crayture loike 
mesilf? 

Ells. Look here, you old reprobate ! Where are the two 
men who were left in this room half an hour ago? 

Mrs. M. Ah, yis, indade ! an’ where’s the two hoonderd 
min, that’s a-shkulkin’ an’ swaggerin’ aboot the day long, an 
toornin’ me primises oopside down, an’ a-thavin’ an’ a-cursin’ 
till I’m wasted away that thin the shtomach ov me claves to 
me backbone ! 

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50 FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 

Ells. None of your tricks with me, old woman ! Two 
Yankee prisoners were left in this room; and if you have 
helped them to escape, you shall be strung up by the same 
rope that was to have hanged them. 

Mrs. M. An’ what should the loikes o’ me be a-helpin’ the 
Yanks fur, whin the hull o’ me hairt an’ sowl is wid the Con- 
fidercy since iver the fairst goon was discharged ? Be the 
powers av mud, av ye’s insoolt me wid say in’ as I’ve toorned 
thraitor to the cause I’ll break ivery bone in yer oogly caircass, 
so I will. (Flourishes wop.) 

Ells. Well, well, don’t get excited. I have heard that the 
woman who owned this hut was all right. But something must 
be done about these men. The Major will be furious. I’ll go 
and tell him at once. (Exit Ells. R. 2 E.) 

Mrs. M. Ah, dear, dear ! but it’s haird toimes that’s come 
for a poor tinder-hairted woman wid dillicate nairves. There’s 
schoutin’s an’ schairmishin’s an’ chairgin’s an’ retraitin’s an’ 
the mother o’ Moses knows what, till I’m jist sick an’ toired 
an’ disgoosted. 

Enter Rob., R. 2 E. followed by Ells. 

Rob. We must catch them, if it takes every man in the 
regiment to do it ! See here, old woman ; what is your 
name ? 

Mrs. M. Shure an’ what should be me name but Mrs. 
McGee ? 

Rob. Well then, Mrs. McGee, what were you doing an 
hour ago, when we arrived here ? 

Mrs. M. Bedad, l was a shtandin’ oop in the corner o’ the 
closet beyant there, wid seven blankets bangin’ oop between 
me an’ the dure, a hoydin’ from ye an’ yer dirty rampagin’ 
crowd. An’ I was disturbed in me meditations, too, be the 
shpalpane behint ye there. (Indicates Ells.) 

Rob. Do you know anything about how the two prisoners 
escaped from this room ? 


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Mrs. M. An’ do ye’s think the oyesoight o’ me is that kane 
that I can see t’rough siven blankets an’ a pine dure ? 

Rob. You are sure that neither of the men were in the 


closet ? 

Mrs. M. An’ do ye’s think I’d be squazed in there loike a 
sandwich wid two min ? Ye’ll git the oogly mug of ye’s broke 
av ye kape on. ( Flourishes mop.) 

Rob. Keep cool, Mrs. McGee; I had no intention of offend¬ 
ing you. (To Ells.) Do you think we can depend on what 
she says ? 

Ells. Oh, yes; beyond doubt. The boys from this neigh¬ 
borhood all say that Mrs. McGee has been a staunch friend of 
the Confederacy. 

Rob. Go outside, then, and detail fifty men to scour the 
woods in all directions. The Yanks must be captured, dead 
or alive, I’m not at all particular which. If they offer the 
slightest resistance, let them be shot down on the spot. 

Ells. Your orders shall be obeyed, sir. (Exit R. 2 E.) 

Rob. You bear the reputation of being a true friend to the 
South, Mrs. McGee. If you can give me any hint which will 
help 11s to recapture those two Yankees, you shall be liberally 
rewarded. 


Mrs. M. Since ye’s coom to yer sinses, an’ shpake loike a 
gintleman should in addressin’ a leddy, I’ll jist till ye’s what I 
know about the matter. (During Jier recital Roberts is eagerly 
interested, interjecting such words as “yes," “ certainly ,” “ / see, 

“ to l>e sure," etc., while she is talking.) Ye see, the loife o’ me’s 
been jist intoirely schar’t out the day long, an’ I’ve shpint me 
toime in the closet altogither; an’ I was there whin ye’s coom 
in, an’ whin the Yanks was brung, too. An’ afther ye’d gone 
away an lift thim, an’ they was a shtoppin’ here aloon, I haired 
thim a plannin’ an’ a conspiratin’ togither to give ye’s the 
shlip an’ eschape. An’ purty quick l haired a great hulla¬ 
baloo here in the room, an’ I made a shmall crack in the dure 
there an’ I paked out, an’—an’—an’ 1 saw— 


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Rob. (. Excitedly .) What ? 

Mrs. M. Divil a thing at all, sor. 

Rob. (Angrily.) You old she-imp ! how dare you trifle 
with me in this manner ? 

Mrs. M. It’s the thruth I’m tillin’ ye’s, an’ no mishtake; 
but av ye’s can’t kape yer timper I’ll shpake no more wid ye’s. 

Rob. (Restraining himselfl) Well, well; I was only joking; 
but don’t speak again unless you have something to tell me. 

Enter Lieut. Ells., R. 2 E.) 

Ells. The searching party has been sent out, Major. 

Rob. Very well. Let the guards be withdrawn from around 
the house. We have no further use for them, since they have 
let their birds slip through their fingers. (Ells salutes and 
withdraws, R. 2 E.) 

Rob. How long have you lived here, Mrs. McGee? 

Mrs. M. Sure, an’ it’s twinty long yares, sor; since iver 
meself an’ me poor Pat, that’s did an’ gone now, rist his sowl, 
fairst got married wid aich other. 

Rob. Has your husband been dead long? 

Mrs. M. Excuse me from talkin’ o’ thim toimes till I’ve 
found me handkerchief. (Fumbles in pocket—finds it.) Shure, 
an’ it’s siven yares since he doid, come St. Patrick’s day. Ach- 
musha musha, an’ why did ye die ? ( lluges eyes and wrings out 

handkerchief .) 

Rob. His death was occasioned, I suppose, by the fact of 
his having contracted some form of illness? 

Mrs. M. (Indignantly.) No, indade, sor ! He niver 
dhrinked a drop in his loife. ’Twas the cholera morbus that 
claned him out. I imployed tin docthors, an’ they gev him 
whisky an’ quinine, an’ aquafortis, an’ shtrycnine, an’ I don’t 
know what all, an’ shtill the poor mon doyed. 1 had allopath- 
etic docthors, an’ homopathetic docthors, an’ eppycollectical 
docthors, an’ spirituallisticallary docthors, an’ some others that 
1 don’t jist moind the pedigree of now. 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. * 53 

Rob. His death must have been a great blow to you. 

Mrs. M. Ah, yis, an’ it was that. He was such a ginerous, 
free-hairted mon. He made no more fuss about shpindin’ a 
dollar than he wud o’ takin’ a thrip to Europe. Mony’s the 
toime has he coom to me wid a big copper cint in his fisht, an’ 
sez he, take it, Kitty, an’ shpind it frayly; it’s all yours. An’ 
sooch a koind an’ affictionate mon, too. I railly belave he 
thought as mooch av his woife an’ childer as he did o’ the bist 
pig he iver owned. 

Rob. Such a man was a great loss, certainly. But you 
have been a widow long enough to begin to think of finding 
another husband, I should say. 

Mrs. M. [Aside.) What does the shpalpane mane be that, 
now ? 

Enter Lieut. Ellsworth, R. 2 E. 

Ells. [Saluting.) The guards have been withdrawn, 
Major. 

Rob. Very well. By the way, Lieutenant, you had better 
take them and form another party to pursue the escaped men. 
We must find them at all hazards. I vyill remain here alone 
until some word is received. Report here in two hours if you 
fail to find the Yanks. 

Ells. I will do so, sir. [Exit R. 2 E.) 

Mrs. M. Ye was a shpakin’ somethin’ jist now, sor. 

Rob. Was I? Oh, yes; I remarked that it was time for .you 
to be thinking of a second marriage. 

Mrs. M. Ach, now; go ’way wid yez. It’s jokin’ you are. 
[Edging up to him.) 

Rob. Joking? Not at all. You have certainly arrived at 
years of discretion, and there’s no .reason why you shouldn’t 
make a second matrimonial venture if you feel so inclined. 

Mrs. M. What did ye say the gintleman’s name was? 

Rob. I didn’t specify any particular individual. I was 
simply speaking on general principles. 

Mrs. M. Gineral Principles, is it? I’ve haird av Gineral 


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*FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


Lee, an’ Gineral Borrygaird, but niver a word o’ Gineral 
Principles. I don’t know the mon at all. 

Rob. My remarks do not seem to be entirely comprehen¬ 
sible to you. 

Mrs. M. No, indade, sor; I’ll not marry a contryband av I 
shtays a widdy a hoondered yares! 

Rob. Well, then; the matrimonial question being disposed 
of, can you supply me with something to eat? 1 am nearly 
famished. 

Mrs. M. Indade I will, sor; it’s not Mrs. McGee’U turn a 
hungry mon from her dure. Ye’re shure the gairds outside is 
all gone? 

Rob. Not a doubt of it. There’s not a man on the prem¬ 
ises but me. 

Mrs. M. ( Bustling about.) Thin ye shall have all the dili- 
cacies me house affords. 

Rob. Thank you; I’m not hard to please. An ordinary 
lunch will do very well. 

M rs. M. {Pointing to revolvers in his belt.) Will ye plaze 
be so kind as to take the goons out o’ yer sirsingle while ye’s 
a waitin’? 

Rob. Certainly, if you’re afraid of them. You can keep 
them for me till I go. ( Gives revolvers to her.) 

Mrs. M. (Takes revolvers , handling them very gingerly, and 
places them on table at back of stage.) Me narves is that 
unshtrung I can’t aboide the soight o’ thim. Now, thin, av 
ye’s make yersilf comfortable I’ll soon give ye’s a male that’ll 
make ye’s mouth wather. 

Rob. All right; only don’t be too long about it. ( Places 
chair L. C., and sits with his back to Mrs. M., his feet in sec¬ 
ond chair , at L. i E. Takes newspaper from his pocket and 
reads .) 

Mrs. M. {In front of closet door , removing female apparel 
as she speaks, and throwing same into closet. (Don’t ye frit, 
now; I’m a gittin’-ye’s loonch riddy as fasht as iver I can. 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


55 


Rob. I suppose you must have hard times in keeping your 
provisions away from the foraging parties. 

Mrs. M. (Still removing costume .) Ah, dear, dear! an’ ye 
may will say that. From mornin’ till avenin’, an’ from one 
wake’s ind to another the impidint thavin’ shcoundrels come 
thrampiji’ into me house; first the Confederates, an’ thin the 
Yanks, an’ a rummagin’ an’ a rampagin’ about, an’ turnin’ me 
things topsytairvy, an’ a confishcatin’ me property that rickliss 
ye’d bung the eyes out o’ yer hid a sayin’ it. An’ ye want to 
see the shtoyle of the dirty shpalpeens, too. Niver wanst a 
shtoppin’ to knock at me dure, but a bustin’ in suddint an’ 
widout warnin’, an’ sometoimes airly in the mornin’ an’ me a 
makin’ me toilet, an’ not drissed for company or inything else, 
till the modesty o’ me is that shocked it ’ud sicken ye to see it. 

Rob. You have had a hard time of it certainly. But how 
does the lunch progress? 

Mrs. M. It’ll be all riddy fer ye in two or tree siconds, ror. 
(Finishes disrobing , and assumes own costume.) 

Rob. Well, I can manage to wait that long, I think. 

Mrs. M. To be shure, sor; an’ ye’ll foind seech refresh- 
mint waitin’ for ye’s as ye’ll not expict. 

Rob. I shall do full justice to it at any rate. (Looks at 
watch.) Three seconds, you said. Time’s up. 

Mrs. M. (Appears at table in character of Farnsworth.) 
Yis, sor, an’ ye’s loonch is all riddy fer ye’s, too. 

Rob. And I am certainly ready for the lunch. (Rises and 
turns toward Farns.) Julian Farnsworth! (Staggers back in 
consternation .) 

Farns. Your scheme has failed, Major Roberts, and you 
are at the mercy of the man whose life you seek! 

Rob. Curse you, no ! You shall not cheat me again. By 
all the fiends I swear you shall die ! (Draws sword and starts 
to rush upon Farns.) 

Farns. (Lifts one of the revolvers from table and levels it at 
Rob.) Halt ! (Roberts recoils.) Don’t you know that 


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FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


your life is trembling in the balance, and that every instant I 
must struggle against the impulse to kill you ? ( Points to 

chair.) Sit down ! (Roberts sits L., near L. i E.) Your 
murderous hatred has followed me for four years, George 
Roberts. In your eager thirst for my life you have shown 
yourself a vindictive, treacherous scoundrel; and a coward 
you always were ! 

Rob. ( Scowling. ) You know that I am unarmed, and at 
your mercy. 

Farns. Yes, I do know it ! And it is because you are un¬ 
armed and at my mercy that I do not kill you as I would a 
serpent. The terms upon which we are met being what they 
are, I can only inform you, Major Roberts, that you are a pris¬ 
oner of war. 

< 

Enter W ash R. U. E. with a musket and bayonet under each 
arm, a saber hanging at each side, belt full of carving 
knives and hatchets , and a huge revolver in each hand. 

Wash. Surrender ! Lay down yo’ arms an’—an’—an’ trow 
up yo’ hands. You’se my pris’ners, de hull pack o’ ve’s ! 

Farns. Wash, my boy ! Where in the name of wonder 
did you spring from ? 

Wash. Fse come to de rescue, Mas’r Cap’n. ( Makes a jab 
at Rob. with all of his weapons. ) Surrender, dar, you feller ! 

Farns. (Laughing.) You are too late, Wash. Major Rob¬ 
erts is already a prisoner. 

Wash. Sho, now. Dat’s too bad. Ain’t dey no odder fel¬ 
ler round here what wants to be surrendered ? 

Farns. I’m afraid not, Wash; but there is another man to 
be rescued. (Goes to closet door and opens it.) 

Wash. Jes’ trot ’im out, Mas’r Cap’n 

Farns. Tom, my boy, the masquerade is ended, and the 
little farce played out. 

Forbes. ( Coming from closet.) I’m glad you gave me time 
to finish my nap first, at any rate. 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


57 


Wash. ( Presenting all of his weapons .) Surrender, dar ! 

Forbes. Why, Wash, you blockhead, what are you talking 
about ? 

Wash. ( Lowering weapons and bowing .) ’Sense me, Mas’r 
Forbes. I done tuk you forde Suddern confevercy. 

Farns. Did you come here alone, Wash ? 

Wash. Well, dey’s two or free hunderd men outside what 
come ’long to see de fun. Mas’r Judge, de kunnel, lie’s one o’ 
dem fellers, too. 

Rob. (Rising — aside.) Confusion ! 

Wash. Presenting weapons to Rob.) Surrender, dar ! (Rob. 
resumes his seat .) 

Farns. What do you say—Judge Thorne here ? 

Thorne. (Entering R. 2 E.) Yes, ’Julian, my dear boy, 
and I bring you good news. (They shake hands.) 

( Rob. sits with his back to the others unobserved ', L. C .) 

Farns. I am heartily glad to see you, for your own sake, 
alone, Col. Thorne. 

Thorne. You will, perhaps, be ready to extend the same 
welcome to one who comes with me. (Steps to R. U. E. and 
returns,leading Clare.) 

Farns. My dear Clare ! 

Clare. Julian ! (They embrace.)' 

(Thorne and Forbes shake hands.) 

Farns. To what kind fortune am I indebted for your pres¬ 
ence here, dear Clare ? 

Clare. Simply to the fact that I was with my father when 
the news came that you were a prisoner. He started out to 
rescue you and 1 would not be left behind. 

Farns. I little thought, an hour ago, that the •accident 
which made me a prisoner, Sd threatened to end my life, 
would result in this happy reunion. 

Clare. It is a reunion which affects others besides our¬ 
selves, Julian. (To Forbes.) Lieut. Forbes, on our way to 
this place we passed one of the field hospitals of the Union 


I 


5S FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 

army; and-there I recognized, in one of the volunteer nurses, 
a dear friend of my own, and a lady whom you will be glad 
to welcome here, I think. 

Forbes. What do you mean, Miss Thorne ? 

Clare. If you will step outside the door yonder, you will 
find an answer to your question. 

Forbes. I shall not be long in finding it then. ( Exit 
Forbes, R. U. E.) 

Thorne. You have spoken of this event as a reunion, Cap¬ 
tain Farnsworth, and the term is a true and appropriate one. 
It is not only a meeting of friends long separated, but a re¬ 
union of discordant factions long kept asunder by civil war. 
That war, thank heaven, is ended; and the friendship which 
animates this meeting-may be unclouded by the dark passions 
which have poisoned the past. 

Farns. The war ended ? What do you mean, Col. Thorne ? 

Thorne. I have just learned, by a messenger from head¬ 
quarters that Lee’s army surrendered to Gen. Grant at Appo¬ 
mattox, at three o’clock this afternoon. 

W ash. ( Dropping guns and throwing hat in air.) Glory 
hallelujerum ! 

Farns. You bring glorious news, indeed, Col. Thorne. 

Enter Lieut. Forbes and Kate Spencer, arm in arm , 
R. U. E. 

& 

Wash. Yes, an’ vere’s Mas’r Forbes bringin’ sumTin else 
glorious, too. 

Farns. I fully concur in that sentiment, Wash. ( Shakes 
hands with Forbes and Kate.) In fact, the occasion is a glo¬ 
rious one altogether, and a happy termination to the long and 
terrible struggle through whi^ we have passed. We have but 
one disturbing element hereto mar our happiness. (To Rob.) 
Major Roberts. 

( Roberts rAw and faces the company.) 

Thorne. (Placing hand on hilt of sword.) George Rob¬ 
erts here ? 


FROM SUMTER TO APPOMATTOX. 


59 


Farns. Restrain yourself, Col. Thorne. It is a time when 
we can all afford to be magnanimous. Major Roberts, if I 
could greet you as an honest man or an honorable foe, I feel 
that in this hour of your defeat and shame I could offer you 
my hand. But I know that you are not worthy to stand in the 
presence of either. The malignant enmity which you have 
shown toward me I can easily forget; but the cowardly outrage 
which you would have imposed upon a helpless woman, places 
you beneath the contempt of all mankind. Go ! and never 
while you live, let us look upon your evil face again. 

(Roberts walks slowly across stage to II. i E., followed by 
Wash, with musket in “ charge bayonet " position. As he reaches 
R. i E., he stops , and partially drawing sword from scabbard, 
turns with threatening gesture toward Farnsworth, to be con¬ 
fronted by Wash and his bayonet.) 

Wash. ( Making jab with bayonet.) Surrender. 

( Rob. goes out R. i E. followed by Wash.) 

(Music heard i/i distance , “ Marching through Georgia.") 

Forbes. One of Sherman’s regiments is coming over the 
hill yonder, captain, and the boys are singing the old march¬ 
ing song. 

Farns. Yes; and the stirring notes have a sound to-night 
like an anthem of thanksgiving. Let us help to swell the 
chorus; and may the blending of our thoughts and voices, so 
long opposed in discordant interests, be but a type of the reu¬ 
nited sympathies and hopes of the nation, which has passed 
through the blighting storm cloud of war to the sunshine of 
prosperity and peace. 

(Chorus.— “ Hurrah, hurrah, we bring the jubilee f etc. At 
the line, “ The flag that makes you free,"' etc., is sung, enter Wash, 
R. U. E., with flag over each sJCoulder, which he waves till close. 
Chorus repeated ff., with full orchestra or band accompaniment.) 

Red Lights on close. 

Slow Curtain. 

Wash. 

Forbes. Kate. Farnsworth. Clare. Thorne. 


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Baron Grimalkin’s Death. 

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Fritz’s Troubles. 

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To the Memory of the late Brigham 
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IIow Liab and I Parted. 

Old Grimes’ Hen. 

The Average Modern Traveler. 

At My Mother’s Grave. 

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Mrs. Potts’ Dissipated Husband. 

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Mr. Sprechelheimer’s Mistake. 

God's Time. 

The Little Folks. 

The Old Schoolmaster. 

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Pat’s Letter. 

How to Go to Sleep. 

Nothing. 

De Pen and De Swoard. 

A Greyport Legend—1797. 

The Life-Boat is a gallant Bark. 
Birthday Gifts. 

The Superfluous Man. 

Sockery Setting a Hen. 


The Water that Has Passed. 
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The Launch of the Shrip. 

Aunt Kindly. 

Evening at the Farm. 

Battle of Beal An’ Duine. 

Passing Away. 

Mark Twain and the Interviewer. 
Daybreak. 

True Life. 

Modern Loyalty. 

Unfinished Still. 

Allow for the Crawl. 

The Silent Tower of Bottreaux. 
Gentility. 

The Drunkard. 

The Poetical Patch Quilt. 

What is Life? 

Art Thou Living Yet? 

New Year’s Chime. 

Song of the Chimney. 

A Domestic Tempest. 

Common Sense. 

How Mr. Coffin Spelled it. 

The Old Man iii the Palace Car. 

Ego and Echo. 

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A Penitent. 

Rum’s Ruin. 

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